Saturday, June 18, 2016



The tale of forlorn love,
Lost before it could be found;

Eternal wait and moments,
Of hope and despair;

The search for the whole,
And the fiddling with parts and pieces;

The seeking of momentary comforts,
And the temporary solutions;

Deep down tryst with difficult realities,
And the layer of camouflage of indifference;

The void that appears and disappears,
Like the unexpected rains in a summer sky;

The laughter and the pain,
Fleeting like the fuming vapours;

Like a shower washes off certain layers,
Of you,
Leaving the parts bare;

Like the ripples unsettle the calmness of waters,
Only that you will never be same again.

.................What is it that people call love?

1 comment:

  1. This must have come from great depths. Tugged some very hidden strings.