Love came dawdling through
dressed up in all his finery
unmoved, unmindful
standing her ground
cold masks gathered
the gift of life's bonds.
Random acts of kindness
seemingly unnoticed
cherub's efforts in vain
door slammed shut
refuge sought that
false pretenses brought.
Voices assailing
at every turn
at every turn
relationships mended
one sought
a fraud, a hoax
the other in disdain
she kept her silence
opinions weighed
Window kept ajar
for him who
was now afar
cobwebs the spiders weave
wrinkled and quite grey
oft seen she stands
oft seen she stands
by the window sill.
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.