Inclined against the boundary
Of an over bridge in the park
Face opposite to the sunset
A person waiting for no one to hark.
Evening felt the same as it did always
Normal crowd not like the one on a special eve
I felt exhausted by just being up there
Finding no joy, I was about to leave.
It's then when my eyes averted towards
someone approaching me or the vertex
Of this parabolic architecture
Upon which I stood vexed.
She took a wide stance and inhaled slowly
Stared straight into the setting sun
Then exhaled sharply as if annoyingly
Asking why you have to set son.
Her posture was correct and intimidating
And she held herself like the highness of this town
While her actions reflected a childish charm
A cherubim enjoying her life with nothing to frown.
I was stunned and amazed by looking at her
Something sparked inside me related to her
After thoroughly searching around for help
Her search ceased when her eyes meet this kelp.
At that moment I thanked God
For setting no one around
And that eye contact unlocked
My true self sans bound.
She infused an estrange freshness into my soul
An electricity ran from my head to sole
She strolled gracefully towards me
And enquired if I can take a photo of her.
Being humble she said she didn't look good in normal
So demanded to only snap her in silhouettes
I shook my long-slept inner photographer
And captured a million of her strange silhouettes.
~ AshishK
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The Long Road To Home
PoetryA collection of 50 poems composed by me, aka Ashish Khare. These are the ones I wrote during lockdown. Here, I talk about feelings like loneliness, incomplete love and even patriotism. Give these a read!
