As the wind blows through the glass windows and the curtains silently whisper
The clock in my heart chimes three leaving the streets of my soul naked
I try to catch a fleeting memory while it slips away into an abyss of thoughts
It seeped into my core like the rain on the ground just before it faded.

With glassy eyes I search for myself in my conundrum of emotions
And the pounding rain brings back haunting memories of forgotten pasts
I spasmodically clench my fingers under the burden of unwritten roles
Wishing for some respite but only for a moment does it last.

Hugging the nightmares of yesterdays and basking in the dreams
Breathing in the unwritten destinies of today I inevitably cycle back in time
A hidden voice caresses my heart and I momentarily let go
My lips softly move in prayer as I beg for permanence in this transient life.

-Ishita Gupta

35 thoughts on “Permanence

  1. This is really beautiful Ishita.

    “The clock in my heart chimes three leaving the streets of my soul naked “

    Your vision and descriptions are so gorgeously worded. This is why we miss your writing. Bravo Ishita!!
    Love you ❤️❤️🤗🌹Joni

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  2. That’s quite sad but beautiful, Ishita! It’s better to adapt to the permanence of change. I don’t think life has permanent aspects other than death and change.

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