She sat there drooped like the willow, long after the rain stopped. That was her favourite spot in the garden. She was drenched in water. Her soul soaked in regret. She thought if she sat still enough, she could stop time too and then turn it back! Her favourite rose bush gleamed. She looked carefully….
The madly in love artist paints the horizon with moody colours. Deep grey, smudged dull white, evening blue, broody black. I am missing you. He says. Where are you my love? Pain. Longing. Hope. …………….. The longing feeds the pain. The pain fills up the heart. The heavy heart explodes. The clouds dissolve….
Take away those fears. Empty me. Fill me up. Bring back those years. All of them. Brim my cup. Wash away my tears. Salty memories. Sweet slurp. Rain, oh rain, this pain only you can bear. Take me all, before I dry up. Alka Sharma All rights reserved