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!

Good one,Saru!
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Congrats!
People who realizes this on time are blessed.
ReplyDeleteI just wish people realized it before its too late! Lovely quote!
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ReplyDeleteLove to read ur lines saru singhal mam
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