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.
That should be the way. A good one!
ReplyDeleteLovely words, Saru!
ReplyDeleteNicely written.
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ReplyDeleteLovely words Saru ji !! Your short poems says 1000 words !!
ReplyDeleteThe magic of Words, Saru:)
ReplyDeleteGood one.
ReplyDeleteShe's one smart girl...well-written Saru.
ReplyDeleteprovocative...
ReplyDeleteHappy Women's day.
Resilience!
ReplyDeleteSomething to admire. :)
awwww - so sad. But I hope she cried when she was alone and not wearing mascara. Nothing like a good cry to get the feelings out of you and then to forget.
ReplyDeleteEveryone - Thanks for reading and your lovely comments ❤
ReplyDeleteGreat one. Liked it.
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