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.
I can see my dad in ur poem. He is on earth and mom in heaven!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful Saru :)
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ReplyDeleteso heart-wrenching
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This is so touching, Saru.
ReplyDeleteSaru, it's so touching and tears the heart. That why we should live in the moment and express our emotions. Who knows? It can be too late.
ReplyDeleteVery touching tale!
ReplyDeleteTouching!
ReplyDeletePoignant!
ReplyDeleteTragic yet beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWow. This is sad yet so beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteSo much in so little.
ReplyDeleteThis blog is aptly titled 'Words.' :)
The way u play with the words are really awsm mam ЁЯШШЁЯШШЁЯШШЁЯШШЁЯШШЁЯШШ
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