""" .... with glassy eyes ;
she stared deep into the horizon ;
brows forrowed with expectation
and exhaustion ;
a mind filled with mist
and confusion ;
she looked at the sea
and beyond ;
no sign of a sail ;
no sign of a ship ;
memories still young ;
those thoughts and hopes to which
she desperately clung
to ;
the mark of the wedding ring
still fresh on her finger ;
she continued to look
at the sea
searching for signs of
him and love ;
Her mind casts back to times
when dunes and sands ;
meant beaches and fun
and not blood and guns ;
The sun shined on her face ;
as his touch lingered on her ;
she earned for more
as laughter echoed ;
she looked up to see a
bright and smiling face
which promised more ;
a future
a life
happiness and more ;
But , then the letter arrived
as the clarions called for him ;
Happiness wavered
and flickered ;
like a candle wick out of
length ;
as gloom descended on her
she remembered
his final touch ;
his final kiss ;
as he turned around
and waved ;
her ring felt heavier by
the second ;
CRACK !!!
A twig had fallen
from a nearby tree ;
enough to force her
out of her reverie ;
She looked around
and wiped those misty eyes ;
and cast their gaze
on the seas
and the horizon beyond ;
her heart earning
and beating for him ;
as she waited for him ... """
This piece of writing is heavily inspired by Meena Kandasamy's collection of poems " POINT BLANK " .
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