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.
Sometimes some relations can never be mended and better left alone. Nice touchy lines.
ReplyDeleteSo true and thanks for reading.
DeleteBut she was searching, hoping....
ReplyDeleteHoping against hope...
DeleteMuch realistic and heartwarming... but hope never ends! Wish she could get a little piece of coal amidst those ashes.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful thought, Maitreni. :)
DeleteAmazing! Beautifully weaved, Saru :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Purba!
DeleteLovely! You excel at this format, Saru.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rachna!
DeleteLife thrives on hope not hopelessness.
ReplyDeleteSo true...
DeleteSad...
ReplyDeleteSad but better to end a relationship when there is no hope left in it.
ReplyDeleteI agree. Why out yourself through misery?
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