Poetry was the language we conversed in
Neruda jostled with Plath and Tagore
Debates I secretly enjoyed
And frosty nights were imbued with
The warmth of conversations and hot chocolate
Goodbyes were never said
All that was left was silence
As steely as the ripping of pages
From a much cherished book
Today I stand drenched in rain
Waiting for a bus that would probably never come
Drenched to the bone, chilled to my soul
How much longer, I wonder
Before I give up and go back home...
Goodbyes are hard... this left a kind of lull in my thoughts..
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pratikshya!
DeleteBeautiful, short, touching and Heart warming poetry, Aathira. Well composed. Very good. God bless you.
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DeleteI'm going to write this down in my journal, it's such a beautiful poem, Athira!
ReplyDeleteYou are too kind. Thank you, Shona <3
DeleteIts a beautiful poem Aathira !
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anita :)
DeleteWow. This is really beautiful
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