Published Oct 14, 2022
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An Echo From Another Time, Another Place

Published Oct 14, 2022
2 mins read
403 words

It was the start of the monsoon and we had just moved into our new home, it was not the best but it had a beautiful view. My mother liked it, she has always liked sitting in the balcony and looking at the world from a different angle, an angle where bitter memories come to an end and the beautiful ones start to appear. But some days, i felt catastrophic there. It was small and the only thing which made me happy was my mother's laugh. however, it all changed when you came along. you were miles away yet your voice always felt next to me, like a promise that you made and meant to keep. I fell in love with your words before i fell in love with the smile on your face. Next thing i knew, taking photographs of flowers and sunset became my new favorite hobby. I loved imagining the way your lips would curl into a soft smile every time you woke up to the photos from your home back in the countryside. you made me really happy, the happiest I've ever been, and so I fell in love with you hard and fast. and you loved me back, Could i have asked for anything more ? People didn't really understand our bond, they would look at us like we were freaks and completely out of our minds to bridge love between the sun and the moon. But did we care? Never. what we had was spiritual and there were moments when I would literally feel God smile looking at us loving each other.

I remember the 168 minutes that we spent together, trying to memorise every detail of each other's, the colour of our eyes in the sun or the roughness of our hands which warmed our hearts. what went wrong? I don't know. did i live through it? Barely. Can I say what happened? Can't survive breaking the already broken parts of my heart even more. I sit in the balcony sometimes, but I still can't find the angle from where i can only remember your laugh and not your cries.

Ending this with few lines:

I am afraid if someone asks me who i am,

What will i tell them?

I am a sad poetry written by a dead lover in quest of happiness for his lost love.

Thank you for reading. Have a nice day ahead!

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srini2020 10/14/22, 7:24 AM
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nii99_99 10/14/22, 8:13 AM
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noorul.ruwaitha 10/23/22, 9:47 AM
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