Through nights and days,
The only thing I’d dreamt of
Was picture-prefect memories
And a place to hold it all
When evenfall came
I looked about me
Found only emptiness
on faces bizarre
It didn’t come to me
Not at first,
But the one thing
I wanted was
Slowly turning rare
Far and wide
The sight of heart took me
Travel through
Troughs and ridges
I oft did
Never understanding
What it all meant
Until that one face
That left a dent
Upon my heart and whole
Upon my words and hush
A fever born
from kind, gentle tidings
was here to calm
a roaring chaotic soul
a thousand times
you walked
into my tossing dreams
and a thousand more
in the lonely streets
never cared nor shared
more than a word or two
and when the night came
to claim my peace
I realized
You were
the storm in disguise
raised my world
to tatters and bits
I kept myself
hidden under the bed
Wishing it would all
be over soon
Hoping the storm
won’t be much cruel
Living in denial
never did I think
Of all treasons,
It’d be you.
~~~~~
Asha Seth
Beautiful! 😍
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Thanks, Jennie. It was at a point of utter depression that I penned this.
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You’re welcome, Asha. Beauty can come from sorrow.
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This is wonderful
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Thank you very much indeed.
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The musings of once mind, how we keep trying to figure the reasons for our sadness and then one day it struck us like a jolt and now you think were you better off without this answer.
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Absolutely. Some questions are better left unanswered.
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True😊
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Very nice.
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Glad you like.
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Hey ! Amazing !
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Thanks, Homosapien.
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Beautifully written ❤️
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Thank you stopping by. 🙂
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Beautiful 👌
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Happy to read your thoughts, Deepika.
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