I've been waiting desperately
For the night to show up
I've been enjoying them lately
The moon, the dark and stars
Whom wanted to come up.
A whole place for me so I
Can wander like a sleepy ghost
Alone at the terrace
Calculating square roots in mind
Or longing to be in Paris.
Then wind starts to blow
Flushing all my thoughts
Subsiding all my furry
Unwinding all inner knots.
Placing a calm hand on me
Making me let go my anger
Demanding me to stay up
For more longer.
I sit down, sigh
Try to sketch her your face.
I try my best, but it seems like
There is left nothing to trace.
~ AshishK
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The Long Road To Home
PoesíaA 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!
