Part 1 : Waiting for love…

That's me!
That’s me!

Scared to look at the fallen petals, might break my heart into pieces like the fallen petals…

I lay on the lush green lawns,
Dressed in shy smile,
Held a rose in hand,
To pluck the delicate petals,
With the words resonating in mind,
“Whether he does or doesn’t love me?”

Your portrayed image lingering,
In the canopy of my thoughts,
Reflect on the vaporized sheet of the sky,
But halt at the twinkling stars grin,
For being childish or
For being in love?

I wearily break the perturbed mood,
By pelting pebbles to blew ripples,
On the surface of the still tarns,
reflecting fallacy in wrinkled waters ,
But Alas! Lost in isolated islands,

A sweet thorn of hurting,
pricks my heart with the wait,
reaching for eyes as tears,
scared to glare at the fallen petals,
might break my bleeding heart into pieces,
while I wait for love..

I still stood there,
awaiting the touch from wind,
to bring his answers to my soul,
“Whether he does or doesn’t love me?”

to be continued……

Regards,
Pratyusha K.

That’s me in the picture. One of the best views I have ever seen ! 🙂 Felt refreshing 🙂

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