She was there standing
over a puddle, her reflection beaming
with the innocence of a child lurking
there was me observing
to see what she would do next creating
a curiosity similar to a wave approaching a shore waiting
to know what will happen at meeting
On taking a step forward
she found a handsome guy in the colorful clouds of her reflecting soul
I could hear her heartbeat from afar
echoing in my ears
like her name does when I shout from the mountaintops
She took a piece of her heart
wrapped it in her soul
and ensured it to me for safekeeping
only to be lost by this idiot
who never realized the fragility of her soul
who tossed her heart aside
without an ounce of thought like the wind does to sand on the beach
As time progressed
her stream of weeping
effaced my imprint from her soul
the color in her eyes faded
like leaves in autumn
The clock kept ticking
she held her hand forward
to get back her soul and heart back
Only to be left with an invisible void
like the void in the vast space
Unseen to the world
© Tarun Gupta
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Tarun Gupta
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