‘ Krishna Mohan Gorle ’ రచనలు

At the Dawn. End of the Dusk.
A wait for the one that never comes.
for all the living years..
do I fill the wounds or make new ones?
Bit by bit…
The sheen is lost, while its heart breaks.

These red bangles.
Your reminiscences. My only remains.

I hang my beliefs,I chain my freedom.
I fasten the door. I loosen my will
I search for you, as I lock you within.
My dwelling.
My key.
A lock that unlocks me.
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I flip an old album. Torn and faded.
I journey through spaces, emotions sublime.
My Memories. Frozen in time.

A smile. A sigh. A tear in my eye.
I hold it close, did I realize?
The Album comes to an end
As silence silences around

This is my treasure.
An old album of mine.

The beginning, the end.

The entry, the exit…

The show has begun a long while ago.
You delay, you miss, you stumble or you fail.. .
The lights remain ON. Life fades away.
Yes.
There’s a time for everything.
The beginning. The end.

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