• jarinarai 15w

    "some untold words"

    She was like a clay easy to mould
    He was like a puzzle hard to solve
    For her he was like dream come true
    But she not knew it wasn't true
    Here and there she was falling hard
    Now and then he was moving apart
    Two hands kept moving
    They met and got departed
    She just saw him comming
    And then he got disappeared
    Now all she was left was with eternal silence
    Which she gave thousand meaning
    Slowly he became her poetry
    And his silence became her words
    ©jarinarai