>> Friday, September 21, 2007

Swirling hair with style unmatched
A dark canvas with twinkling bends
Breaking hearts as they unfurl

Slender legs that scorch where they stand
They never walked more than a mile
Worth a glass shoe of a fairytale.

Death defying contours
That every girl would starve for.

A dazzle in her eyes and sparkle in her smile
Serene Forehead, no worries to bear
They talk of a life- pampered and loved

What they don’t know is that smiles can be faked
And those blessed eyes have bidden many a tear
That those slender arms have held someone departed and dear.

That those feet have shuddered
At a childhood iced with fear
That those hips once held
A tiny life and many a broken dreams.

Behind that creaseless forehead
Lies a cryptic maze
Of sorrows untold
And a beautiful face.

2 comments:

Jash June 29, 2008 at 12:41 PM  

Fell in love with your poems. The last one was very touching - the one that described a Father's loss, but the son's departing victory.
I would frequent your blog. Thanks.

Apoorva May 18, 2009 at 12:03 PM  

:)