Tuesday, 12 April 2016

She Prays..

It was a word
A mere word
Lent to her
For few minutes
She lived a lot of her dreams in it
Built few hopes on it
Smiled from within and gleamed
A word that had a promise
A promise of forever.

Though the truth is
She can't hold him or
Tie him to his heart or
Etch him in her soul
She can just burn inside
Ache for his attention
Starve for his warmth

Though the truth is
She will have to trust
That he will strive, succeed, shine
But at the end of the day
When he is drained out
He will zone out and be restless
He will look for her
He won't rest until her fingers are entwined in his.
He won't stop until her eyes shadow his

Though the truth is
That this may be her reality
Until her last breath
This may be her last hope of happiness
Or this may be her dream come true
Or this may be an illusion
Temporary and illusive

Though the truth is
That she can't lose hope
She can't let her heart lose and her mind win
She can't let go
She can't forget that destiny is strong but
Time is stronger
She can't stop being worried
About being out of mind
If out of sight

Though the truth is
That every night when she closes her eyes
she prays for this to be her forever
Somehow
Please.