brought her to see the city unknown
made her twirl on the beats of his heart
captivated her happiness
appeased her restlessness
echoed in her silence
infested her heart
She was ignorant to the perspicuous
And, we, her friends, could sense his conspicuous perfidiousness
Years have passed,
Our meetings are nothing but a seance
where we try to contact the dead
‘liveliness’ of our friend
Hope is all we got. Hope.
When I met her, she was the most chirpy person, who lived and cared deeply. She lost herself in a relation. She gave away too much and drifted away from herself. She is fine now. But every time she smiles, I feel her concealed grief and that breaks my heart. I just hope she sees the abundant love in and around her and this realisation would be her salvation.