Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The SILENCE





At first she waited
For the expected response
Unknowing the wait
That was her fate.

And then  she waited
A while longer
Restless creeping in
Like mild hunger

Waiting now seemed destined
A knife through her heart
But the esesnce of wait
Lingered devoid of hate

At last the deafening Silence
No longer made her fret
The restlessness  gently quit
For the Silence had bloomed in her heart

2 comments:

  1. Wow, Aabha. You are truly multifaceted and gifted :-)

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    1. Thank you dear Harjeet. That is a LOT of praise. And am i HAPPY!! :)

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