Clothes hanging on the line
Swinging politely under the
Turning fan,
Faint light enters through
The window dims all nooks
Turning them wan.
I'm sitting on the bed
Admiring the rain pouring
Outside.
Head placed on my hand
Cradle listening to RnB playing
Aside.
Air is heavy with all emotions
And seems to be drunk on
The past.
And as a car passes by
Weird shadows lengthen
Their cast.
This moment shakes me up
With deja vu of pending
Future,
Infusing laziness and an
Anonymous joy through the
Aperture
Of water droplets hanging
By the lights outside enclosing a
Different perspective.
I smile gleefully whenever
A cloth gently touches
My face
On the ebb, flashing all memories
Buried deep and halting
All haste.
This feeling turns back the time
And compels me to be never
found again.
I get lost when hits the
Nostalgia and the present
Turns vain.
-AshishK
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The Long Road To Home
PoésieA 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!
