She held a little pink porcelain cup in her hand
and sipping her tea slowly
she started writing something
in her green book
today the clouds were sparsely scattered in the otherwise grey gloomy skies
And the little bird did some sweet singing perched prettily on a branch nearby
harmoniously singing the song of life which caught her attention
moments are always fleeting fast
the cold dark winters are soon going to give way to summers
nothing remains the same
love is not lost still to her
she never wanted to once lament over her sad feelings
she knew such feelings were sometimes betraying her eternal hope to live in love
they were just meant to surpass in an instant
so she could dream
dreams brightening her face
like the soft clouds spreading vastly over the green meadows
as it they were gently cascading
from the river of life
she knew that in these subtle whispers of emotions
and amongst these fleeting moments
she had a good chance to survive.
-Anju