My words exist for another time
They’re born with accumulated dust
They die with my first cry
They are trapped in reflection
of all that I cannot create
It is adorned with jewels
of all that I cannot hear
Skies become dim
Lands part in wait
Kings recognise their sacrifices
Queens fly in their dreams
The past I was never a part of
feels more real than the present
I choose not to be a part of
Silence I wanted sits next to me
Not in the shape I expected it to be
Everything loses its depth to me
The sky turns white for my death to be
My vision fades to form crystals
surrounded by a dying rainbow
I get lost in the words I am not able to write
Yesterday’s emotions waiting for tomorrow’s wisdom
Painting by Don Davis
A beautiful piece! ❤️
Loved reading it
Thank you Ahiri 🖤
My pleasure ❤️🤗
“Silence I wanted sits next to me
Not in the shape I expected it to be” – I absolutely LOVE these lines. This whole piece is simply spectacular! What powerful, divine and exquisite writing, my dear Rahul! Keep shining 🖤💫🤗
So glad you love them. Your comments make my day, week and month!
Is it nostalgia?
Yesterday was wonderful, I realise today. Our future will be brighter.😃
Nostalgia for something that hasn’t happened if that makes sense!
It’s really fantastic and inspiring
Thank you!
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The poem is amazing, especially the last stanza. Could feel something beautiful reading it💙
Glad you could 🖤
Wisdom does come tomorrow. Tomorrow is hope.
Lovely. Thanks for sharing.
Yes it is! Thank you for your attention 🖤
There is miracle in every line from beginning to end. You truly are a gifted poet. 😊🙏
Wow, thank you for your kind words 🖤
Wow, this was making pictures in my head 💖
That makes it all worth it!
This is so amazing. Every single word was well knitted with emotions. Could feel a lot while reading this
Thank you Aanchal. Matters a lot!
Beautiful words
Thank you so much.