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.
Reading the Words series remind me of those microtales, which are so emotional and beautiful stories in few lines. Like a gnat, they sting and vanish, leaving one wondering what hit them.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
Thanks for a beautiful and encouraging comment, Rakesh. :)
DeleteLove the words, Saru. It's beautifully unique:)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Vishal :)
DeleteYour words make me speechless ! I wonder,how's that ?
ReplyDeleteHehehe... That's very flattering.
DeleteWith so few words, you convey so much thought and depth! I can't admire that enough. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Raj. Humbled!
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