Ghost of a Dream

By GV Ashmitha

As the final drop of tear

Rolls down my cheek, 

I see his face in clarity,

The face unbothered yet prideful.

Pity.

Reflecting and realising that,

We shared a house,

But not the home,

We shared the hope,

But not the despair,

We shared the bed,

But not the dream.

Two pairs of eyes meet,

One with a sorrow and

The other with an irk,

Which once had met with spirits 

High as the clouds!

Transported back to that

Illuminating party, those minutes 

Under the intensity of his gaze,

Pity.

By GV Ashmitha