Letters I Can't Send (Archived Chapter)
For a Fortnight
For myriads, I still see your face
For thousands, I want to look away
but my eyes were encapsulated by your beauty,
and the imagery of us.
For months of works pass to neglect,
And weeks I shown you full respect.
Afar from the light, I hid it with no clue.
May all still be oblivious of my kept feelings for you.
For centuries did the clocks turn clockwise
And the times the rain poured down.
The moon had witnessed my tears,
and the sun have seen my fears
It wasn't "noted," when I have read the message,
for weeks, my mind repeated your passage.
I should walk, I should run, I should move right now.
therefore i should then break my hidden vows.
At still time, i saw you once more,
Looking much beautiful as before.
The sun, the moon, the ashes, the rocks,
Somewhat all look so unbearably heavy.
At first glance, thought you have already vanished.
Yet still, like rust, it never gets bleached.
For it stains on sheets like blood on white.
Oh, how can I ever move on for a fortnight?
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Letters I Can't Send
PoetryA compilation of poems during 'that' era. Poems that are inspired by my fear of confessions and some realizations.
