Wednesday, May 02, 2012

Love Lost

she ran her fingers through
the shimmering water
breaking the lake into
ripples, as if laughter;

she caught a glimpse of
the reflections flashed
making her long to say 
what's in her heart, unabashed;

she stood alone, waiting
by the tiny brook
to capture him in 
what could be a last look;

she walked over to
the bench by the side
and calmly held her face
in her hands and she cried.



3 comments:

Madhurjya Banerjee said...

Why cry da? Cry bad. No cry :)

Ramya Prayaga said...

:) Yes, no cry. But She Cried, now what to do!

lakshmi dinesh said...

Love the tears and the laughter!