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.
So true! Book-lovers do not need any other thing to get high on.
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ReplyDeleteSuperb one.
ReplyDeleteVery true...the "Nasha" of a good book cannot be compared with anything.
ReplyDeleteSo very true!
ReplyDeleteWoah! Books give such a high. Saru! My expectations of you are very high. When are you coming up with a book?
ReplyDeleteCan never disagree on a high that books give, Saru:)
ReplyDeleteAmazing! Succinct, short but so true.
ReplyDeleteI can relate!
ReplyDeleteAaww, that's incredibly true ❤️ n I know the feeling ЁЯШК
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