Walking down these same charcoal black lanes
Eyes hooked at those hanging white panes
Of your window as I stand there and look up
Hoping to the window you would step up.
Gently waves at me the curtain
As if she won't come up is certain
And it knows standing here won't help
But I'm tied to this ritual, can't help.
So again I start walking away to the west
Alright I admit that things happened for the best
But it hurts like a shard went through my chest
And your love made me blind, can't see the best.
Even these watery eyes are making me go blind
Can we not start fresh leaving all our past behind?
Can we not again yell our names aloud
Like when we were kids chasing each other around?
~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!
