She looked at me with
sad eyes even though her lips were half smiling.
The same look which had
captivated me for years, which had me tethered here.
But now, I wanted to
leave, had to.
I stepped out of the
house, while my unfinished painting of her, turned to embers along with her
memories.
Image courtesy : A travelogue in http://convassor.info
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IT WAS NICE TO READ LINES,BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN BY YOU, AFTER A LONG LONG BREAK.LOVED IT.
ReplyDeleteThnk you D. I had actually written a couple of months before :)
DeleteNice to see you back, Mystic!
ReplyDeleteThe look and feel of the renovated blog is neat, dainty and dapper!
Like the Popular Posts section, though in your case all posts qualify to fit in there :)
Keep writing, and continue doling out gems!
Thank you Smarty. I like this look myself :)
DeleteNow that was cruel yet so poetic!! I truly loved this one. How the heart years to erase the memories...
ReplyDeleteThank you Red, for dropping by to read. Glad you liked the post.
DeleteI guess my blog was under construction when you tried to follow but now its settled :)
and I wonder how to follow u. the icons are nt appearing :/
ReplyDeleteI couldn't guess till the end. Eyes of a painting if done well are always intriguing. Good read
ReplyDeleteThank you Anisha !
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