Elsewhere

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My place had a season
Autumn
Leaves would fall
Fields harvested

Everything looked devastatingly cold
Greyscale
Devoid of any ornamentation

As if mourning
Some loss – unknown
Departure of beloved

Gardens, streets turned red
A sigh onto your every step
The hearts you broke along the path

Now, I stay elsewhere
The leaves don’t fall anymore
No signs of pain
No signs of life reviving itself

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On the streets
Besides destitutes
stood a cow
feeding on something

Enters a lady
feeds the cow sweets
Gurr…

A scorn, a scold
“Oh! How could you feed her this?
She deserves best
nothing else”

With tattered clothes, they looked on…

She feeds her some more
caressing
Across the street, some children
look on, yearning.

Restlessness

Breathing heavily
Dragging my feet along
running away…

Along, I carry a heavy heart
grieving
devastated

Plethora of emotions
I cry
my tears, prayers!

Bleak hope of forever
of belongingness
depth of an ocean

I try acquiring it all
a sky full of stars,
a dream glistering

I look back,
flashes
The essence of poetry

Though only a moment
it seems forever
a dream cherished, well lit!