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.
It’s all about creating magic in words!

Expressing pain from heart to paper reduces the burden of the mind...
ReplyDeleteIse jee halka karna bhi kehte hain! The perfect muse Saru!
ReplyDeletePerfect !!
ReplyDeleteLived a million lives ....niiice
ReplyDeletelast line blew me away!
ReplyDeleteOh.. why so sad Mam
ReplyDeleteBikram's
Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteThis one traveled straight into my heart. :) Your poetry is unparalleled.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for your lovely comments ☺
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