West marked the advent of love
Slowly and calmly flew in the dove
Which bore a fairly young branch of olive
To witness this growing relation solid.
I love those strangled hair swaying on your face
Black golden strands dancing swiftly like velvet lace
And how you pulled them away with your finger
To reveal that heart warming smile that lingers.
I love those hasty eyes stealing looks of my face
Ah! Those rosy lips which I still seem to taste
I love the way you hold yourself proud
Hands on your hips, your aura speak loud.
Can't help but fell in depth of your eyes
To hit the rock-bottom where all of you lies
Try my best to hide but these eyes yell it loud
I miss you even more now and don't want to drown.
Drown again in that world of pure imagination
Lone passenger waiting for you at the station
Still I put up that same smile everyday for you
Standing in front of the mirror tasting the last of you.
~ 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!
