{"id":1304,"date":"2024-11-24T01:58:30","date_gmt":"2024-11-24T01:58:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/?p=1304"},"modified":"2024-12-01T12:10:50","modified_gmt":"2024-12-01T12:10:50","slug":"whispers-of-autumn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/whispers-of-autumn\/","title":{"rendered":"Whispers of Autumn"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

By Chaandneeka Choudhury,<\/em>
Guwahati, Assam
Mentored by Goldie Kasturia
(Budding writer attending Takhte’s Creative Writing sessions)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a peaceful town, the shadows dance.
Two souls found solace in a fleeting glance.
He, a boy with dreams like the sky,
She, a girl whose laughter could make the stars sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beneath the old wood, where the sunlight weaves,
They carved their names in the autumn leaves.
With hands intertwined, they shared secret dreams,
The world faded around them, or so it seemed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They roamed through the gardens where the sunflowers bloomed.
In each other\u2019s presence, their holding hands were consumed.
The sun\u2019s rays fall on their youthful faces,
The two youths filled the empty spaces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the warmth of the summer, they danced in the rain.
Every droplet was a promise, and every smile was a refrain.
They spoke about eternity with their hearts open wide.
Not knowing that time would soon take a stride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years.
The seasons turned colder, and love faced its hunts with fear.
They watched as the leaves, once bright and pleasing,
Fell gently to earth with sorrowful feelings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWill the stars still remember us, far apart?\u201d
He asked with a burn inside his heart.
\u201cI\u2019ll hold you forever in memories, dear.
Through laughter and tears, you\u2019ll always be near.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But life, like a river, flows wild and free.
And fate had a plan they could not foresee.
Opportunities beckoned; calling them far,
To chase distant dreams, to follow a star.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They lingered a moment, then turned to depart.
Two paths diverge, each bearing a heart.
With one final glance, a promise unmade,
They stepped into futures where memories fade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Years rolled on like the tide on the shore,
Each heartbeat is a reminder of what came before.
He chased the horizon; she danced with the moon.
Yet echoes of laughter would beckon them soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And so, in their journeys, though miles may divide,
In the whispers of autumn, their spirits collide.
For love is not lost, though the distance may sting.
In the heart of the seasons, their memories take wing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here\u2019s to the boy and the girl who once knew,
The power of love in the moments they grew.
Though paths may be parted and time may be cruel,
Their story lives on, a beautiful jewel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Photo by Jakob Owens<\/a> on Unsplash<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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