poetry

[145] A Visitor In Your Park

by Rahul Gaur

The air feels heavy
when I feel your presence around
even when I know you’re not around
I think the grudges we hold weigh more
than what forgiveness makes us feel

I stumble on our memory
as I walk on the same paths of yesterday
I feel your presence again in this park
like the smell of the rain in the sunshine
or how you always had the intuition
of the onset of a disease

Wilted leaves fall outside of time
The ground turns brown
The sky turns grey
The visitors of this park seem to fall away
due to an onset of a disease called rain
I stand my ground withholding the temptation
to escape or run away in/from your words

The rain digs the graves
The visitors fall in it
I feel your presence again
but this time I watch you watching me
like you want to capture this memory
as I, a stranger, becomes a visitor
and fall in my own grave

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26 thoughts on “[145] A Visitor In Your Park”

      1. I understand that, only I always feel that drama is a MORE complicated version of reality. Either that, or reality is just innately complicated and I am dumbing things down.

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  5. Hi Rahul, it was a pleasure to discover your blog today. I’m loving your pieces and also the choice of images. I see that we embarked on the same mission of writing so that people can know themselves better. Only that I’m playing on the scientific side of this. You may want to check my work out for some inspiration!

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