
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
Nice piece.
Thank you 😊
Hi Rahul,
This is really nice. I also liked your theme of the website. May I know what is the theme that you are using.
Thank you Archit!
The theme is Rowling, not JK
So dramatic!
Drama helps us see the truth in its simplicity if that makes sense
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.
Haha that is a paradox worth exploring. Would love a write up on it written by you
https://wordpress.com/post/burndoubt.wordpress.com/4340
Honestly I don’t think the analysis is very good. It’s not long enough, and asks more questions than gives answers. But it’s something to read.
On it!
Deep and profound words so well penned, Rahul and what an picture too.
Thank you again!
Welcome.
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!
Thank you! I’ll surely check it out. Interesting.
Reblogged this on Dream Big, Dream Often.
“I stumble on our memory
as I walk on the same paths of yesterday”
Lovely line <3
Thank you Susi 🙂
You are very welcome !
Beautifully expressed 👌
Thank you for your kind words 🙂
You’re welcome 🙂
Now, the air is barely existent,
Everything seems so distant.
The girl in that beautiful red dress,
Don’t really want to confess.
Great words with perfect image.
Nice words!
And thank you 😊