She cremated her dreams today,
The tombstone reads,
“Here lie the misbegotten misadventures,
she called “Dreams”,
they lie buried under six feet of,
Shattered hopes, spurned emotions,
crushed feelings and unrequited love.”
Her yearning lies scattered on the ground,
mixed with the loose soil and the blossoms,
shards of her longing are sprinkled,
beside her grave on the bed of roses.
She had sacrificed her sanity for love,
and she was punished for this sacrilege.
No it wasn’t God, who did it,
It was HE, his indifference that did her in.
The fabric of her make-believe world was,
slashed by the cruel blade of harsh reality.
She had solicited his affections,
had dived head-on in the whirlpool of love,
She was punished for her willful conduct,
her dreams slaughtered by the thoughtless,
blows of rejection and neglect.
Her dreams whimpered and
breathed their last,
Succumbed to the injuries
inflicted on her heart.
I can hear her whimpering,
it whispers his name, like a prayer,
And her wistful cries resound
in the cemetery’s morbid air.
Sulekha aka Lucky