As nostalgia hits,
The instinctive knot in the throat develops
And the weight of emotions
Gently reflected in the clouded skies,
The flow of tears as smooth as the rain
The best and the worst of the past
Come back in the slow walk through the fields.....
A hesitation seems to hurdle the sight
As he tries to turn back....
The memories linger even when all is gone.....
The want of leaving,yet the need of staying behind......
A desire to shatter as easily as the heavens....
An attempt to pull himself back into place from that,
Which can never come back
Trying to leave the comfort in the trance....
The voice doesn't find space
Seeking for something,someone to answer
The heart burning questions......
Struggling with himself,
Wanting to leave a part of him behind,
But in vain.......
A want to step into the past
And satisfy the restlessness......
Of whatever remains...
But nothingness shuns him
As the lines are drawn....
The ability to move and move on
Seems to dissolve in the rains.....
As he stands motionless
Waiting to be answered......
1 comment:
I would just say..."it really sounded like my thoughts talking to me"
Liked it..!!!
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