If the Eyes could Speak I stared out of the window, at the trains passing by The sun gleamed after days, Suddenly I felt it, it hit me like a wave The same yellow, acute and bright just like when I was nine The same gleam with rays, as strong as lies just like when I was nine A familiar warmth wrapped around The only arms which dare to hold, Me, my soul and my shredded folds Every bits and pieces of my baneful being. The only arms which dare to touch The vulnerable beating of the baffled heart- The only arms which dare to be The only shelter to an empty me. Is that all left to be? Sunken lips with silent screams Broken hands crushing dreams; Restless eyes full of dread, While the desolate heart aching to be read? Riddhi Chakraborty
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