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 a scam, it may seem, 

but we're too tired

to find out

Our soul is bored

of same old cloak. 

Let's buy few dreams

crushing old ones

Now there's no turn back

Let's place new ones on our rack.