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.
Very nicely written...
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DeleteWah! :)
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DeleteA power post. Effortlessly done:)
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Deletethe feelings still unaware that its wings are chopped.
ReplyDeletethe heart still flutters within the tiny box.
nice one Saru!
Thank you and good to see you after a long time. :)
DeleteBeautifully penned :).
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