He arrived
Like the first ray of a spring morning’s sun
Quiet yet ambitious
Hoping to light the world
He did hers – with his brilliant thoughts
He – the unaware genius
He made his way into her life
Like the fresh drops of a monsoon shower
Seasonal yet persistent
Quenching the thirst of a parched earth
He revived her life – with his constant company
He – the unwilling saviour
...
A Lifetime...
She stares without seeing,
Looking back at me with unblinking eyes,
That tell secrets wordlessly speaking,
Of trapped ambition or severed ties
Forlorn she stands - unsmiling and speechless
Her lips so arid as laughter has withered away
For a fleeting moment her eyes lose their emptiness
Filled with a fond memory of a forgotten friend or a sunny day
Lonely she stands singular...
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