I stretch my fingers, But mind says 'No'; Voice of my loved ones, Trails me as an echo. Persuading my heart, To sway away from phone; Keep it down, You live in a different time zone. Different time zone, I fumble in my thoughts. Morning, noon and night; I am out of sorts. It's perfect here, Too perfect for me, Like dead flowers adorned as a potpourri. Drowning in the timeline, Submerging in seven vast oceans. No distance in the world, Can cause this massive erosion. A part of me, my soul, Never left my house courtyard. If ever you want to collect me, my pieces, You know where to start.
Interesting!! sounds quite yummy :)
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DeleteI had that Sholay scene of Dhano and Basanti eloping for their 'ijjat ke sawaal' playing in the mind while I read these lines only to be informed that here it is 'papi paet ka and chatori jeebh ka sawaal'
ReplyDeletelovely read !
ROFL! You must be a foodie to describe it this way. :)
DeleteHmmm ! Enjoyed reading. My wife has turned me into a foodie but I am a foodie for the food cooked by herself only.
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