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.
Lovely...
ReplyDeleteFor love, correction is needed with faith not with pen.
ReplyDeletePurist, huh? Good one, Saru! It's funny :)
ReplyDeleteHahaha, good one....once a grammar nazi, always one!
ReplyDeleteAn ode to the Grammar Nazi. Love the take with a smile:)
ReplyDeleteHahah! Lol.. She couldn't control this urge even for a love letter ;).
ReplyDeleteha ha... lovely one. If you want to be grammatically correct, you can't be romantically correct! :P
ReplyDelete@Everyone - Thanks a bunch for reading. ❤
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