Hope Still Holds
Her heart was broken and shattered,
Beyond pieces to be held back.
Yet thrived to survive in the run,
Of life, dreams and colours.
Across the long flowing river
Of time and burnt moments.
It met a man of pleasent smile,
Lingering through his glowy eyes.
Came towards the broken pieces
To touch and leave a trail of gleam.
Colourless stood the pieces in light,
Yet, conceled its lost fragrance.
Stood he beside not in collecting
The shattered, but to accompany.
Not to hold on. Not to heal.
But just to be there. Nameless.
Moments stood inexplicable.
Never did he ask the tales,
Nor the read beyond the ashes
Of the long and deep footprints.
Filling the void with voices,
Of happiness and innocence.
Made he the piece lose its path,
Just to vanish in the thin air.
Took he the brushes of respect,
To draw the tales of companionship.
Love is yet a long road to meet.
Eventually, one day.
Colours never returned
Nor the fragrance back.
Yet there was a life.
New life of new tales.