when i first saw her
i noticed a spark for life
withdrawn, detached, but full of life
i extended her my hand of friendship
which later turned out to be companionship
(which) she accepted with a sigh of relief
days became hours, hours moments
every moment turned out as a life
a life within life
even though deep within our hearts
despair persistently existed
we continued with a ray of hope
hope can be dangerous word
hope can be a moment of life
hope can be the life of a moment
we woke up to the knock on the door
the knock that stirred our souls
souls that awoke to reality
a humble submission by her
a rebellious question by me
though i knew the inevitable
the d'day struck
a glimpse just vanished
in a moment, in the life of a moment
she is somewhere happy or made happy
am here lonely or made lonely
in each moment of life, in each life of a moment..
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your soulful words captures the complete journey - from the begining to the end....
ReplyDeleteI agree with Khyati..Words seem to narrate the whole story and act as a mirror of your thoughts...Good read. Keep the pen rolling :-)
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