By Neetu Chettri
She dreams about love…
Feeling butterflies in her stomach,
Of beautiful red roses on her bedside table.
Awaits in the lonely shadows…
For a caring hand, a gentle caress
Comforting her in the dark, lonely alley.
Like the fresh gleam of sunlight
Brightening the gloomy afternoon
She’s been waiting for long.
The coffee’s cold…
Flies buzz over the untouched bowl
Of over-soaked cereal.
Her coat lies wrinkled and stained
On the worn-out sofa.
A blanket of despair
Clouding her thoughts.
Could it be the rain
That dampened his spirit?
Or the overcrowded train station
Was a turn off?
Could he be huddled in bed
Pale, too feeble to walk?
Drained out
Like his cellphone battery...
Uncertainty circles
And seals her faith
Where love is just an illusion
And companionship, fake.
Truth be told…
Selling her heart to a demon
Was her biggest mistake.
Uncertainty prevails.