A silent sentence I pass on myself
like the stillness you’ve left behind
bit by bit it rips apart the colours
Now all there’s left is a
monochromatic melancholy
flashbacks of your memory
They haunt me still
like a deja vu
I try to brush it aside
as my mind’s trickery
when all it does is
helps me stay alive
I try to trace down
the puzzles of our end
but it ends up as an
origin of another puzzle
to solve whatever’s left
And all that’s left is
a remnant of your remembrance
your taste your perfume your insults
an absence of which grows into
a great divide of a time
that was ours
now apart from each other
as a time that’s yours
and a time that’s mine
Deep and poignant words so well penned, Rahul. Great poem.
Thank you Kamal ✨
Welcome Rahul
Beautiful.
Now you got me as a follower.
Hugs for you.
Thank you!
Following you back ✨
love this:)
Thankyou Sehrish ❤️
This is such a beautiful poem.
Thank you so much 🙏
Another stunning write, Rahul!
Thank you Nandita. I’m glad you liked it ✨
This is sad, beautiful, and powerful at the same time! ‘as a time that’s yours
and a time that’s mine.” beautiful lines!
Thank you! ✨
love melancholy poems. thanks
Oh hi Mark
I’m glad you liked it ✨
This is great. I like when poems make you think of your own experiences. Keep it up!
That’s the best compliment I could receive.
Thank you Clayton ✨
👍 stupendous
Thank you Himani ❤️
Bravo. I loved it!
I’m glad you loved it❤️
Beautiful piece. I could imagine each phrase, like a movie being played as I read it, if that makes sense 🙂
Wow that’s a huge compliment!
Thank you ❤️
Stunning.. Love it! <3
Thank you! ❤️
“monochromatic melancholy” – Excellent line.
I’m glad you liked it ✨