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.
Very deep and beautifully presented.
ReplyDeleteShe's a smart architect!
ReplyDeleteAnd a strategist with a brilliant escape plan :)
Beautiful
ReplyDeleteWords of bliss to make things happen for her. That's smartness playing like a double edged sword.
ReplyDeleteThat is the best escape plan one can have. Beautifully said :-)
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