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.
A good morning read :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Prateek for your constant support. :)
DeleteThat's so sweet. :)
ReplyDeleteWhere do you get this optimism from?:-)
ReplyDeleteFrom all the nice people around me. :)
DeleteRainbows are beautiful. .
ReplyDeleteYes! :)
DeleteI like this attitude. Turning negative into positive.. Nicely written, Saru
ReplyDeleteThanks Ranjana :)
DeleteWhat a lovely read. I like the way you have put in so many emotions in so few words :).
ReplyDeleteHumbled, thanks Aseem :)
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