Broken pieces scattered all over
I see regrets dancing closer
Eyes are swollen and now dry
Hate myself that I didn't try.
Cannot move I feel struck
Were we just because of luck
Hope had burnt away to ashes
No one won those dark clashes.
Black is the only hue left to adore
Since you had also left me ashore
Alone I walked miles back to home
All Friday nights suddenly felt lone.
Years after now I still taste the bitter
Still hear your voice as the line clitters.
Do you even remember me now
Or you found the better half?
Tell me why I want to get
Buried with your photograph?
~ 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!
