Featured: Wattpad Poetry Feb 2022
My times spent having conversations about life, longing and love.....with myself.
In the company of solitude, I attempted to pen down a few lines on a range of emotions and experiences with a simple aim to revisit t...
Too much ambition can be the death of a man. ... Or of many, if he can persuade them to follow. ~Lynette Hill
It was a quiet Sunday evening, Walking by the beach alone, Sand intermingled with bare feet,
hair dancing with the sea breeze, the salt in the air....all at ease.
I was collecting little seashells, pretending they were hiding pearls, putting them to my ear, hearing mermaids whisper to the ocean. and waves crashing on distant horizons.
I saw it - shining like a lost diamond, a small broken piece of sky, I picked it, saw the sky through the glass, They looked the same, the glass and the sky.
I carried it everywhere, to home, school, shops, and dreams, showed off to my envious friends, like a trophy bestowed upon me, my little sky, growing up with me.
Then one day, it grew too big, carried me in arms, lied to me, no one I knew, now recognized me, my shadow too walked away from me, the man in the mirror is a stranger to me.
So, I went back to the beach, dug the sand where hands could reach, threw inside, the little piece of sky, to bury its memories and say goodbye.
But, I was naive and oh so wrong! I was weak and my sky so strong, it choked my heart and tied my hand, me and my sky, lay buried in the sand.
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