The Guest

The moments of despondency

Mystifying her soul

Whirled its course

Leaving the print of its hushed trails

For him to supervene

Overlooking the scars

The wind blew fading them away

As the years passed like a cupid’s arrow

The abysmal wait for the familiar guest

Continued like an infinite string of memories

Borne out of grief

 Making her young feet tad old

Her fingers, rosy white to pale yellow

She still ardently waited for the knock at her door

Her prudence and composure grew more and more

Hoping for the guest to arrive soon

But time is wild like an untamable fire

Unstoppable, endless like human desires

Time flew like a nonchalant bird

Testing her endurance

As she craved for her twin soul

 But one winter day, she peeped out of the window

Watching the snowflakes dancing in a insouciant way

She had put a hackneyed cassette in the stereo

As she rested on the old rickety arm chair

 Listening to their favourite songs

Reminiscing over the veteran thoughts

Flipping them one by one carefully

Like the pages of an archaic diary

The cold wind rushed through the window

Making the curtains swirl in a monotonous tune

Touching her sagging face

As her soaring hair broke the silence into roars

Oouch it hurt!

Her restless heart complained

“A century passed, still whom are you waiting for?”

Her silver locks glistened in the lamp light

Portraying a surreal resemblance

With the white cloud hung in the sky

A smile escaped through her lips

Chuckling at her heart’s stupidity

She gazed at the sky once again

As her eyes twinkled

Radiating a heavenly radiance

“My death sweet heart! And today my wait will be over.

My beloved soul is waiting beyond this overcast-ted sky”

And she closed her eyes

Drowning every essence of her existence

Into the infinite love she had bore

Her frowning heart got respite

As solemn festivity descended over it

Chuckling all its way

 Beyond the stars !