• heartsease 42w

    I love that word, tradition.
    A bit archaic yet it settles
    in the lower pocket of beliefs,
    I've seen it escaping from
    hourglass almost everyday,
    but now it seems to fade
    away like clouds after raining.

    When the skies were bluer
    we stitched confetti's on
    empty walls and greetings
    on the tip of our tongues,
    we filled hungry stomachs
    with spices and herbs like
    rifles stuffed with guncottons.

    When I saw time being naked,
    the last time, it was Diwali
    where dull hearts and pale skin
    bloomed into scarlet and beige
    shades, hope was a little brighter
    while sorrows a little fainter, and
    humanity screamed as a loudest
    forever.

    I love that word, tradition.
    Which bring our hearts closer
    like orchids, roses and lilies in
    same fence,
    but we are drifting apart in this
    pandemic, till what remains is
    our own selves.
    ~Purva

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    I love that word, tradition.
    A bit archaic yet it settles
    in the lower pocket of beliefs,
    I've seen it escaping from
    hourglass almost everyday,
    but now it seems to fade
    away like clouds after raining.
    ©Purva