First and last chapter
I don't write just a poem, but I pour my feelings, emotions and thoughts!
It feels somewhat incomplete, it feels somewhat unfinished,
What kind of love is it that doesn't reveal all seven colours?
What kind of love is it that doesn't let soul speak to soul?
It feels somewhat incomplete, it feels somewhat desolate,
You become the Sant, and I shall become the Ganga,
You become the lamp, and I shall become the wick;
It feels somewhat incomplete, it feels somewhat silent,
Embody love and dwell within my soul,
Diffuse like fragrance and settle into every breath!
One more writing to feel and go into my world 🌎
Those hazy memories, those hazy clouds,
Those hazy moments, thode hazy greenery,
Those hazy conversations, those hazy droplets,
Ah! What days those were;
Meeting new people, parting ways with others,
Becoming a burden around someone's neck
Being a person for someone's smile,
Ah! What days those were;
Sometimes facing scolding from loved ones for a mistake,
Sometimes feeling proud upon receiving their praise,
Those squabbles with loved ones and their affection
Ah! What days those were;
Just a pause and a pause!!!
What is something you got recently — and what did it quietly teach you?