Early morning the dew settles down on the leaves
Just like the tears roll down my eyes
The dew adorns the green leaves
Just like tears do my cheerless face
I walk in the garden to get some fresh air
Wipe out the tears on my face
Just when the sun comes and washes the dew away
I watch, astonished
In the evening the cricket’s noise fills the air
Just like the noise of your memories
Some soothing but mostly infuriating
That shattered the glass of my dreams
I go down the garden to find
That the noise has faded in the dimness of the dawn
Just like your presence in my life
From a gentle dawn to a serrated dusk
I look at the horizon far away
Where you have gone with the luggage called my dreams
I wait for you to come back…
And suddenly, the sky becomes cloudy…
And it rains and mixes my tears with the raindrops
I struggle to separate them from each other
And find out, it is difficult to separate you
From all my memories….
4 comments:
Interesting blog...
great blog!
Thanks Kumudha! :-)
Nice one Vishakha
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