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!

Bahut sahi likhti ho aap 👍👍
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Anita.
DeleteWell worded .....as usual!
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Love it! Your stories are always nice to read.
ReplyDeleteGoogle sometimes assumes too much. All your writes evoke emotional... So don't worry too much about it �� keep writing.
ReplyDeleteGoogle is being smart :)
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