Pond is agitated
Lost its calm
My thoughts are no skipping stone

Pond waits for ripples to calm down
Before reflecting the dark clouds of pain
Back to the bleeding sky

Sitting by the river
Drawing dreams with bleeding fingers
Memories escape riding those ripples

Your thoughts transform
From heart to eyes
Pearls in my lap

The least you can do
Is to let my existence fade peacefully
Soul mate, everything else is already dead

Each day brings me
Hope
Always an imposter
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@Shashi 25th Oct - 31st Oct, 2010