The prayer of the ruins

The walls crumble, brick by brick.

You held on to your side. I stayed on mine.

We didn’t care.

Our love story, call out from the dark corners,

torn in a million pieces, here and there.

The stairs that we climbed holding hands.

The porch where we had long chats, longer than the day.

The wide balcony where we cheered to our love and care,

They all stand cheated, collapsing in spirit and form.

Their cries muffled, as silent sobs, without a tear.

They tell a story. Our story.

A story of passion, longing and unfulfilled dreams.

We changed through the years, one sunset at a time.

The ruins, witnessed it all quietly, a punishment they cannot bear.

They pleaded for a promising sunrise…that failed to arrive,

crashing their hopes and prayer.

Alka Sharma. All rights reserved. 

Photo Courtesy: Ravi Patel