264. Forever Yours…

Jan 10, 2019 by The Typewriter 20 Comments

Though she loves silence,

Still, there are times,

Sitting alone, at home..

It badly hits her ears.

Emptiness, the only one,

Which completely fills her then.

Gone are the days,

When the noise of a footstep,

Overheard her cheers,

A talkative mouth,

Two dream filled eyes,

A shining face, though toothless,

Some frilly curly hair,

Stopped her from being her.

An outgrown pullover,

A pair of tiny socks,

She takes them out..

She smells them in her tears.

……..

Now, the wall clock,

Stares back at her,

Pays its ears..

To her lone monologues,

Plays for her, its rhythmic tick tocks,

Tends to play with her, musical chair,

The whole day, it makes her run,

As if, it’s intending..

Out of her, to make some fun.

Realising this, she blinks at it..,

It also winks back at her,

Its hands, it waves at her,

As if, they both, airs an oath,

Both to stay there,

Forever, for each other.

Oh, indeed., it’s a fact..

To herself, she reminds,

Time is the only one,

Who’ll accompany her..

Till she breaths her last..!!!

…………………………..✍🏼💕