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.
Emotional and then a Shock
ReplyDeleteAh, exactly the kind of response I wanted.
Deletethe words "after his first murder" gives away a lot to the story. His first murder when he was not that calm...
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DeleteWell expressed...
ReplyDeletesuperb story telling in this small piece, brilliant
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DeletePowerful and weaved brilliantly:)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Vishal.
DeleteEwww...cruel twist!
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Deleteoooh that is BAD... he should be shot...
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Says a cop!
DeleteDidn't expect that end. Nice title...reveals nothing
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Deletewoa now that's a twist. The title sounds apt after reading the story :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Raj!
Deletewow ! what a twist !
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