{"id":1597,"date":"2024-05-22T15:51:49","date_gmt":"2024-05-22T15:51:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/?p=1597"},"modified":"2024-05-22T15:52:03","modified_gmt":"2024-05-22T15:52:03","slug":"a-feeling-left-behind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/a-feeling-left-behind\/","title":{"rendered":"A feeling left behind"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s cold outside.<br \/>\nI pick a day from the past<br \/>\nchoose a few moments from it<br \/>\nand make myself a fire.<br \/>\nRummaging among words<\/p>\n<p>scattered in my mind<\/p>\n<p>I make your flesh my pen<br \/>\nand paper your bone.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s then I love to warm<br \/>\nand wake up a poem.<br \/>\nMy fingers become nervous<br \/>\nas words begin to touch.<br \/>\nAnd there in them,<br \/>\nhidden somewhere, crying in the mind<br \/>\nI find a lonely feeling left behind.<br \/>\nI touch it for a good long time.<br \/>\nSilently as we share the poem<br \/>\nfeel its throb and rhyme<br \/>\nmemories shore up to greet the tide.<br \/>\nI love how it then becomes warm inside.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s cold outside. I pick a day from the past choose a few moments from it and make myself a fire. Rummaging among words scattered in my mind I make your flesh my pen and paper your bone. It&#8217;s then I love to warm and wake up a poem. My fingers become nervous as words begin to touch. And there [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[30],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"rttpg_featured_image_url":null,"rttpg_author":{"display_name":"sanjayji","author_link":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/author\/sanjayji\/"},"rttpg_comment":0,"rttpg_category":"<a href=\"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/category\/poems\/\" rel=\"category tag\">Poems<\/a>","rttpg_excerpt":"It&#8217;s cold outside. I pick a day from the past choose a few moments from it and make myself a fire. Rummaging among words scattered in my mind I make your flesh my pen and paper your bone. It&#8217;s then I love to warm and wake up a poem. My fingers become nervous as words&hellip;","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1597"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1597"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1597\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1598,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1597\/revisions\/1598"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1597"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1597"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1597"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}