Mouth half open, head tilted above
gazing intently at the million stories
the cobwebs had to tell,
He was in his own world, one
that was far removed from reality,
that had turned him into a ghost,
that had still left room for hope...
Hope, that his lost love would return.
Eyes closed, gently lying down
listening to the voices of
strangers in love, celebrating, dancing,
painting the town red,
She was in her own world, one
that was far removed from reality,
that had trapped her...
trapped her beneath the innocent lilies,
that lay heavily on the black casket.
©AditiKaushiva2015
Linking to Wordy Wednesday 5 at B-A-R
gazing intently at the million stories
the cobwebs had to tell,
He was in his own world, one
that was far removed from reality,
that had turned him into a ghost,
that had still left room for hope...
Hope, that his lost love would return.
listening to the voices of
strangers in love, celebrating, dancing,
painting the town red,
She was in her own world, one
that was far removed from reality,
that had trapped her...
trapped her beneath the innocent lilies,
that lay heavily on the black casket.
©AditiKaushiva2015
Linking to Wordy Wednesday 5 at B-A-R
Oh this is so sad... lost life, mourning lovers
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that's so touching. I loved how the poem flowed, from his dreams to her grave. Beautifully written
ReplyDeleteThe pain of separation can be felt as one reads the poem. And learnt this new word, saudade!
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