She did not know how it commenced
But as it began, it ignited a steady flame of obsession within her.
She did not know how it sustained
But as it continued, it splashed a gush of cool waves all over her.
She did not know how it got severed
But as it got disconnected, it tossed her into an ocean of misery.
She did not know how it convalesced
But as it recovered, it made her descend into a bundle of philosophies.
She has no idea as to where it stands now.
She has no clue as to how she would react to it again.
But she seems to have enjoyed that little segment of play in her life.
But as it began, it ignited a steady flame of obsession within her.
She did not know how it sustained
But as it continued, it splashed a gush of cool waves all over her.
She did not know how it got severed
But as it got disconnected, it tossed her into an ocean of misery.
She did not know how it convalesced
But as it recovered, it made her descend into a bundle of philosophies.
She has no idea as to where it stands now.
She has no clue as to how she would react to it again.
But she seems to have enjoyed that little segment of play in her life.
2 comments:
Well well well... that is life after all. The girl has rightly understood at last that it is just a segment of her LIFE.
You have written the poem so beautifully matching the demands of the picture. After a long time, you gave me an opportunity to enjoy your poetical skills.
Keep it up, my dear!
Thank you Padmaja for your comments. I felt that I needed this break in writing.
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