A Poem
Aarti Aney
I call and call,
but never once am I answered.
The days drag by
chilly morning's n grey skies,
this eve suffers the fate as the one gone by.
My heart skips a beat with a whiff of your cologne;
my eyes search blindly...
alas 'tis my mind playing tricks!
Memories come flooding in,
pain like a knife sits lodged in my soul.
Brushing away my tears
I continue my solitary walk.
How long am I fated to continue thus?
I once had happy dreams for us.
Laughter and tears shared, seemed light to bear,
now the burden hideously curves my spine.
Sit and gaze at the sea,
willing an answer to come to me.
If only it was that easy!
The sun sets gently,
dipping into the water,
its last bow until the morrow..
Secure in its return.
Surety eludes me.
a panorama of colours explode
a canvas of the suns dying rays...
blinding in its beauty,
but that's natures way.
I continue to sit,
long after the cold has entered my bones,
can't feel it, 'tis now my friend.
I harden my heart,
feel icy fingers wrap it;
perhaps it was for the best.
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