Alone

By Yashti Agarwal

Cowering herself, those memories were played

His embrace, she craved for, is taken away.

Caressing the rim of those luscious lip,

Which used to bring ecstasy on her face.

She remembers,

His vex face with her giggles

Her chuckles, which seemed melody to his ears,

Her morning with his sweet utters,

His altercates after she enjoys the rain.

His smile on her presence

Her cavorts on his emergence.

His fondles in her tangled hairs

Muscular arms holding her parts.

His husky voice as raven,

With a guitar in his thenar

Attempts to lift her spirit

With a hint of love in it.

Silence that never felt ill, is now a devil

His head on her lap,

Which was remedial, is now a lethal.

Quivering again n again

To get naught at the end.

In his last wind

Slipping ring down a digit

He marked her as his with an euphoric kiss.

Leaving her behind, with this cruel kind.

Tears crawling down

With his lifeless body on the groun'.

Drenched with tears, heart clenched

Nobody could feel her pangs.

Now the healer of her wounds,

Is nowhere to be found.

By Yashti Agarwal