Hallowed by Time

Every once in a while
I pop in to see
The lone hut with the withering bent oak
The house with the cracking ceiling
The roadside solitary sedan that was
Once an expensive car-on-four-working-wheels.

The broken bench in a park,
The leaf from a low, bent branch.
The dead of a pigeon’s nest.
The dying of the humans rest.

The buried old in my home,
The ragged rolled in your dome,
The distressed dump at my house,
The carefully clumped in your shroud.

Once in a while I try to see,
Twice of these days, I long to see.
The love in the eyes of the old.
The longing for every one of their own.

The sweat in each brick of the crumbling house,
The beehive along the sides of the hut.
The birds making a nest in the ye old oak.
The dog making a home in the vintage baroque.

I see the impaired ant that waits
for its sunrise death when weak,
It drinks the last dew drop that
hangs from the dwindling pale sprig.

I venture daily,
only looking for reasons,
I see everything going,
advancing to the heavens.
Living by the day,
and season to season.

Slowly encumbered, ultimately aging,
Finally defeated, definitely dying,
Ultimately succumbing to the
Dreaded death wish defined.

This post appeared on this blog for the first time in October 2015, when I had only very recently started blogging.

Featured Image Credits – Photographer-Niki-Feijens

The Following: 3oo Followers!

It’s a milestone! I have 300 followers!2016-05-26 00_20_11-Greenshot

This blog started with a small idea. The will to write, and a free kind of platform. I haven’t even completed a year in the blogosphere but the love that I have experienced from you all is overwhelming. Through this, I feel calm knowing I can share my true, unadulterated writings so passionately.

I never thought so many people would be interested in knowing and reading about my life. It surprises me till date, to see so many of you genuinely appreciating the poetry. WordPress is a lot better than other forms of social platforms because it lends a personalised feel to the whole experience. Like minded intellectuals, with expertise in various fields, accepting and open to neo-ideas make it a very enriching experience. And honestly, I use my WordPress Reader much more than my “Compose Blog” button!

I was initially wary of sharing my composed poems because of copyright constraints and the fear of piracy.. everything I write, being close to my heart. But once I got over it, every time I post, I feel lighter. And I couldn’t be happier. 😛

When I started, it was a little of this and a little of that. When I began reading others’ blogs, I was surprised to find 800, 1000 and even 10000 followers. Those people are celebrities in my book. And being someone with 300 followers made me feel at least one-third that important! 😀

Vintage Sapience has a unique name and it’s meaning has a great story too. Old fashioned wisdom. Understanding good sense, discerning intelligence. The inspiration came from a random bus ride, my brain singularly overflowing with thoughts of ‘sapience’; and my infinite love for all things vintage (Victorian, for reference).

Thank You for showing me all this love! And I hope I can keep you guys, my supportive reader-base, happy, and interested in the content I post. I have some truly  amazing plans for Vintage Sapience. I’m sure it’ll flourish with all this kindness. 🙂

P. S. The point of this long, unencumbered discourse was gratitude. So much so, that I blabbed in this blog post.

300: One Big Deal!


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