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.
Maine aaj hi dhyaan diya, bahut accha aur sahi likhti ho bhie 👍👍
ReplyDeleteBurst and firecracker. Good play of words as usual, specially when the two words are assigned to different individuals but yet represent the strong bond.
ReplyDeleteTrue...And, beautiful!:)
ReplyDeleteYou're an amazing storyteller, Saru. Always come up with such wonderful short stories.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Loved how you connected the vibrance of the festival to the a father's pride in his child.
ReplyDeleteYou touch my heart with every story you spin with so few words. Amazing Saru..you truly are :)
ReplyDeleteA heart-warming little tale!
ReplyDeleteHeart touching lines
ReplyDeleteSuperb thought.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
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