Winds have become rough and dry from winter's spell
People either light bold fires or hide under their shell
The nights are mysteriously dark like a deep well
While the day's warmth try hard but it can't melt.
Life had come to a pause when sun rose the highest
Although it shines the same we feel it the lightest
Even the humongous entities lose their command and power
What once was a thunderstorm feels like a light shower.
My mind willingly wants to ignore this moral reality
Escape this only known heaven fabricated by the almighty
And run faster than these golden shifting sands of time
But I fail to find an existing place of the same kind.
Again blows the same harsh cold wind but it's sweet
This time, it tells me my place are where I carry my deeds
I don't understand any other word that it hums
I think I'm still young and got more to learn.
I sit down calmly over the edge of my anxiety
And I won't step forward until I find myself unworthy
I'll keep sculpting myself until I turn into my masterpiece
And I'll live happily in the din until it's time for the peace.
~ AshishK.
YOU ARE READING
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!
