I remember seeing flocks of birds soaring high, kissing the twilight sky. Feathers falling down like abandoned pieces and I, a forlorn being took them to my ramshackle haven. The same night, I dreamt of a phoenix flying above the same sky, just a little twilight, a little azure, a little dark. Feathers falling again, this time like abandoned pieces of blazing flame. And before I could catch them, they flew away along with the wind. And all I was left to wonder was if I could fall like those feathers and rise alongside the wind, perhaps I will be hurt a little less for failing and falling again and again. Even as forsaken entities, they learnt how to follow the wind, fall and follow again. Soon enough, they may reach their destiny. Shall I follow them too or just stay here?
"I thought my pen name meant an unbreakable quill that would write ardent verses, but I forgot a quill is also a feather, an abandoned part of a bird that I picked on dismal days and it is capable of flying through the blowing breeze, so are my verses that contain pieces of my soul" ~~~~~~~ #feather
I love that word, tradition. A bit archaic yet it settles in the lower pocket of beliefs, I've seen it escaping from hourglass almost everyday, but now it seems to fade away like clouds after raining.
When the skies were bluer we stitched confetti's on empty walls and greetings on the tip of our tongues, we filled hungry stomachs with spices and herbs like rifles stuffed with guncottons.
When I saw time being naked, the last time, it was Diwali where dull hearts and pale skin bloomed into scarlet and beige shades, hope was a little brighter while sorrows a little fainter, and humanity screamed as a loudest forever.
I love that word, tradition. Which bring our hearts closer like orchids, roses and lilies in same fence, but we are drifting apart in this pandemic, till what remains is our own selves. ~Purva
1. I would rather weave poems with your leftover memories than...
2. You are like the wind, nowhere in sight and yet so crucial...
3. I gulped the night and chewed your fragrance...
4. Your name rests between my lips like a prayer
5. Mornings bring endless battlefields and...