Though the snaps are hazy,
The glimpses keep on recurring,
On and on, replaying,
Making me steadily crazy.
When I would go hiding,
Alone, to climb up the stairs,
Away- from the stares,
To reach the bottom, sliding.
When I would go seeking,
Alone, to catch up with the water-
Past the groove, onto a river-
Cold and gentle, endlessly flowing.
But now, at this moment,
My heart aches.
Being hardened by the stakes,
Leaving me behind, to torment.
My steps don't lead ahead-
To climb up the steps.
The endless flow, I sought up to
Has reduced to null.
I feel stuck up
The light fades down
And all that I hold up to-
Is the silhouette of my future.
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Whispers!!! #YourStoryIndia
PoetryThere are thoughts that fail to turn themselves into words, yet remain so close at heart that they resound themselves again and again as 'Whispers'. A short compilation of poems trying to bring about sweet little essence of varied instances of the...
