By Khushi Chaudhary
Someday I’ll leave this
Will fade in salty nostalgic perfume
Water under the bridge will no longer drench
My melancholy, lullaby, poetry-filled room.
Someday I’ll leave this
All these pages crumpled in bin,
Ink dripping off the desk
Pen lying broken alongside that ginger-imbued pin.
Then a silhouette will walk in,
Will walk in taking off the quotes from the wall.
Imitating maim, painting afresh new all.
Clouds will be pocketful
Time will feel paralyzed
While lyrical thoughts fractured in head,
Ethereal forgiveness in my portrait’s eyes
Will bind him a tale-like thread.
That silhouette will catch sight of pages in dawn,
Eyes glistening with settling sun bliss
He’ll absorb it, all that I drawn.
In the chest of the drawer
A message will lie,
Carrying truths of folks
Wrapped in theories of my poetic lies.
Inkling will turn sonorous
Pink origami pigeon fidgeting to try,
That tangled soul will read the secret - “Moon was not the love, sun is where I wanted to fly!”
Another empty journal blossoming from hidden corner
Will permeate the mood,
Turning the cover page - “I wish someone would have loved me”
Will be the phrase scratched and crude.
My zenith sitting carefully in his hands
Will appear a serene milky fur,
And that someday that someone somewhere in a silent room will pick my soul off these pages
Affirming with blur - “ I wish I was that someone who would have loved her” <3
You have drawn out the emotions from the deepest trenches of my hearts, with the mix of colorful words and mind evoking scenarios you seem to have created a masterpiece 👏👏
A tremendous piece of writing, wish you luck miss Khushi..
Amazing Vocabulary, amazing person and just outstanding Talent♡
What a Marvellous piece of creativity and imagination🙌
You are not good you are best bro mtlb. Jitni bhi English padhi hai teri poem sabse jada relate karti hai