Now, the pain, more piercing than ever before…
The shock, more intense…
The loneliness, more lonesome than ever…
And the agony is harder to digest…
The sky-overcast winked and winked through out the day…and had made all the universe wet with repeated thunder-showers. A damp melancholic vapour was coiling through the desolated one-roomed-flat…and desperately trying to make things worse.
Nobody was there to offer a hand of consolation and support…only the damp darkness prevailed.
All…all, are gone…The Old Familiar Faces.
Even the Mirror….the faithful old mirror also refused to remember and recognize the torn- fragile-face it reflected day in and day out.
The friends and foes have left me departed….through this mood of melancholic misfortune…all have had their own activities and agendas….
But for me…there is none… not even the Mirror, which always was so faithful and inseparable…
All…all are gone…..even the mirror that I had, refused to recognize the image it reflects.
Tonight The Mirror has turned blank once again.
Blank…and pitch black.
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