Truth - A Down Right Lie

Never A word could console her.

I could hear her crying.

Crying all the night,

Searching for the soul that

She wished to keep within

Her own reaches.

But, life wanted to stick her upon

The logs of mystery.

The roses that she kept,

Will soon wilt, but will not faint.

And her tears would thaw,

But, she would not stop weeping for him.

Kept her windows and doors open,

And hopped for his return.

Looking at the snaps, they shared-

Those fingers found it difficult

To turn the pages.

Stuffed her minds

With the dust and the dust.

Took the old diary and she

Wrote with the crimson red ink

“Yeah, I do live for you…”

***

And half a decade passed,

And only half a decade!

***

In the Last evening,

Striding along the strands,

I could see her again.

“Hi dear, you here?”

She came to me and smiled,

I could see her beaming face.

Stringing on her arms,

It was her little daughter.

Here, she lives

Without the old guy.

More happily,

More lively.

The latent love cannot invade

The lovely lives.

A bit confused, I stared,

With a bated breath, she assured,

The impalpable is ever the impalpable.