Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Remembering her

An incomplete poem, an unfinished sketch, solitary sobs, cold forgotten questions that don't seek answers anymore, they are cold and heavy, like those eyes, that have forgotten to sleep, many times. Crushed hopes, caged, tamed dreams, they have closed their wings, forgotten to fly, they just float, somewhere around her head where she can't catch them anymore. Her world is closing down on her, day by day, and in the distance, rings away the temple bell. The world goes about. Living. Laughing. Praying.

7 comments:

Mary said...

Oh, now this is very sad!!

Geraldine said...

You have summed up so much truth and beauty in your words Tulika. So very true...I can relate.

Hugs, G

Jyoti Mishra said...

U've summed up a lot in those few words :)

adayinthelifeofindia said...

nice

sawan said...

*out of words*

hope your are doing good.

Beast said...

Beautiful.

Jack said...

Tulika,

State of mind when one is so much in sorrow narrated so clearly.

Take care