Long collars flapping in the fast flowing winds
Hair accompanying them until they hit a bend
Eyes candid then ever watching the past rolling slow
Never want to hit those road-ends again when feeling low.
Where we used to go wandering under the sun
chase each other until we both run out of breath
learning again not to fall back in the loop of love
Leave the cage open to release the white dove.
Look up at the setting sun leaving the horizon
golden glittering light rays flooding whole of the world
Feeling how fast the time slipped away from the hand
Like a wizard casted a spell and waved his mystic wand.
It feels like sun is pulling away the joyful elixir of this very life
Everything is flowing back to the origin from where it came
The rising tide is now feverless and is slipping back to dark
Similar to this dying dusk marking the bashful advent of dark.
~ 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!
