Old Days Of Old Moments Poem by Maahi Priyanka Raj

That rock, I sat and sing, I fell in love,
All it seems a dream for now---
longer than usual reality, uglier than horror tales,
those old stupid talks, the unmasked conversation
for never thought to articulate,
or give a space to my 'dear diary'!
occupies now, chunks of pages.

That shades of trees, flower showering on your shirts,
eye pleasing moments to recall, now---
felt more than a sting of bee,
I couldn't even imagine to recall,
for now, your shades of shirts, bleached!

Whenever, I walked though the dense woods,
those green canopy, talks and scream more,
more than your, cowardly silence
those promises of mine and yours, are at poles
while at the poles, there are no gravity,
I see more clearer pictures, for lot of reasons!

Alas! wish you speak more than those---
revolving days, those rewinding moments
to strip off the imposter ….days from you
And now, I am at relief, as I am at clear
where life is more of crystal than prism
colors are reflection of mine dreams.

@mahipriyankaraj.2024