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Thin Threads
He chased the sun, yet cursed the night,
Not knowing darkness held the light.
A single step and a moment’s choice,
Echoed loud in regret’s own voice.

We knew not all was ever bright,
But time had made the flaws feel right.
Now loss has carved its hollow space,
A whispered name, an empty place.
A home lost through ignored time,
And a shadow found under absence of light.

And if fate dares to mend the past,
It won’t be whole—unless it lasts.
For the times, when regret seeks us during the nights and us seeking regrets during the days.
Piyush Sharma Feb 24
Mending cracks that never formed,
Grasping treasures never torn.
Silenced words that stayed unseen,
Lifeless eyes now softly gleam.
Yet...,
Scents of fate - a breath forsaken,
Drifting high yet left to harden,
Threads of lives left unentwined,
Dreams to nightmares, hearts confined.
. . .
Overthought yet truths still spoken,
Chasing love that stayed unbroken.
"Things are lost, when overprotected, under the fear of being undeserving"


#unbroken #treasure #fate #forsaken #unseen #chase
Dec 2024 · 128
Threads of Silence
Piyush Sharma Dec 2024
These loose strings that i find no use of
Should i cut them free
Or sew them tighter.
For what’s next i seek no attention to
For what’s hidden, was never meant to see through.
Billions and still counting…
For the absence it was never bothered of,
Unknown reasons the night had howled for.
Forced nightmares out of the dreamy eyes,
The eyes that never could seem any light from,
Or had it even wished to seek any..
After the eclipse it was forced to see through and the new moons it had to weep through.

— The End —