The author, Nandishi Shriram

The author, Nandishi Shriram
Colors myriad, yet a land unexplore

Thursday, April 12, 2012


She sang alone, a song of acute silence
Standing on the edge of a mist

Singing to none, hearing only the voices of love lost
She clasps her aching heart

A wound, gaping it is
Of many loves lost, many won

Yet nothing is what she desired
Of life and it's very being

Contented was she in a world above
With only a loving heart

She stole many hearts, with just a smile
Yet no one saw or felt those tears

Or did wipe them away, with just a tender kiss
Alone she stood in a misty forest

With only a Light filtering above
Rising slowly, she weeps

It is time, to leave
Waving goodbye to them all, leaves she

In a realm we cannot see or feel
Lies here a dusty rose, of promises yet to be seen, of a smile so unrequited, of a love yet to be seen....

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