Goodbyes
Hey all, Some of you might have noticed that I'm not posting regularly these days. Again I would say it's a writing block. Getting rid of this slump is so difficult. Distraction is my friend these days. I'm not here to cry over this today. Leaving all behind, I'm here to share a poem that I'd written ( okay, I admit, typed) while sitting on the bench of one of those old dusty crowded roads where I visit again and again with the promise to never visit back. I'm here leaving you and the year 2021 with this poem. We'll meet again with new story and a new year. Happy New Year With Love Nidhi These dusty streets, small shops, Vendors of sweets, all are selling hopes. They promise that it will transform you, You'll not miss out and will be able to woo every one with your charm, And there's no harm in hiding your soul when you can easily play the role of happy go lucky man, works as much as you can. They sell dreams we are the buyers There's