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 great description of a broken heart.
ReplyDeleteModern day Cinderella! I see at as an empowerment story !
ReplyDeleteThat's an interesting perspective, Prateek.
DeleteWow...only you can write like this.
ReplyDeleteHumbled, Ranjana :)
DeleteModern. Stark reality.
ReplyDeleteSadly so!
DeleteTouching lines.
ReplyDeleteThough it does denote an altogether different story but it could be a slipper too conventionally..so, throw or not throw is not the question, the question now is slippers or slipper:)
ReplyDeleteLovely! :) and so true.
ReplyDeleteThat is a unique story of a broken heart, Saru:)
ReplyDeleteWords describing the fragility of a broken heart, beautiful!
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