Swinging high towards the dreams of the first love
eagerly to know the beginning,
how it is, to be loved.
When the eyes meet. To Search in them for
everything she ever wanted.
Unknown senses wakening
in the arms of desire.
She wondered if he felt It ..If he ever read her
mind,
to know how deeply she loved him.
It’s like chasing the sun; she sighed.
Swaying to and fro on a barren object,
feeling far and far away
From her dream, desire and Herself.
The swing stood still. As she walked away,
Towards a note of ‘what if ..not’.
Vacuuming her heart, to feel the weight of
emptiness.
-The melancholy girl.