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He walked in the fields alone
The clouds above big and heavy
Dark grey, filled with gloom
Every other noon

There was no road
Unsettling music was played in the sky
Orchestrated by the clouds

He walked unafraid
Not knowing his fate
Desirous of the rains

He had tilled the land
Until it grew green
Prosperity rained

He stumbled upon the gold
In the ancestral remains
Deserted by the predecessors
He thanked every grain
The sun’s brightness urged me to move on,
But the darkness of clouds whispered, "Stay."
Even when the brightness was stronger,
I was standing alone in the "gray."
I wish I could go back, just one more day,
To Dec 31st 2020, before you slipped away.
I wish I could hold you tight,
As on the next morning, you lost your light.

I wish I could hear your scold, one more day,
'Cause now our home's almost silent all day.
I know you are watching us from heaven,
Everyone forgot, but I still remember you  24/7.

I wish I could apologize for that fight,
Which you & I had for TV, that last night.
Now, I hold regret in every breath I take,
Wishing for one moment I can't remake.
This poem is for my grandma who is no more and I still regret that I fought with her when she wanted to watch her religious programme on her last night but I just refused to give her and told her she can watch it tomorrow on repeat telecast but there was no tomorrow for her🥺
These shades of love
Which seem like the end
What could be better than this ?
What more could universe offer?
One left others came
For how long could I celebrate your departure
When the ones who came
Celebrated me
Their heads fall on my shoulders
And it makes me believe
Winters do lead to springs
I feel so full right now
As if these emotions would drown me
A wish to worship
Or may be to be worshiped?
Well that won’t happen
As I didn’t even realise
And I had turned into an ocean
And the depth would do nothing
But **** them
So I have begun to keep ships on the shores
So they can sail around
Because at the end
They are all sailors
On a voyage of their own
Sailing through this ocean
Carrying a part of it with them
The fear shouldn’t be in question
But this devotion creates one
This seems like the end
What could be better than this?
What more could this universe give ?
All of this
Seems forever…
But then….
How long is this forever?
🚢
Left alone on the highway
Close to the high rise
Two Banyan trees
Alone, yet side by side
Branches stretched upwards, towards the sky
The birds make nests
Birthing sweet melodies
Every morning as the sun crests

Dusty in summer
Their life spared
Reminiscing times
Of the forest  
That was thriving green

Missing the younger ones
And many a comrades
Deemed unimportant
As trees
Who lost the battle
To the concrete

— The End —