They sat huddled
On an idle bench
In the park
That gazed at them invitingly
Hands clasped, held together
They looked forlorn
Were they a lonely pair of love- birds?
A closer look betrayed
The pain in their eyes
A far- away look
Peering into a world
Lost, long, long ago
I wondered
What they were thinking
What were their thoughts?
As they sat
Lost
In a world of their own fantasy
Frail and outworn
Trailing on life’s empty path
Rugged and bare
Together
Yet alone
Not a smile crossed their face
As they blankly stared
Into the void
I wondered
What they were dreaming
With eyes wide open but blank
Or
Were they relating to some past?
For
They shared no conversation
They sat mute
Did they whisper?
No, they did not
Yet,
Each understood the other
If tide snatched one
What would the other do?
Perhaps… perhaps
This pain was writ large
Upon their faces
Hands clasped together
They sat there long…
After I returned to my perch
Capturing
Their dreary thoughts
In my balmy heart
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India
Despite being depressed, dull,exhausted, feeble, grim, weak, and what not, all but signifying without reservation a total VOID, there emerges a convincing REASSURANCE in their otherwise suffocating minds, as a sreak of SILVER LINING across the blue sky, totally enveloped by a deep and dark mass of CLOUDS!
It is streak of silver lining.
thanks OKRSji
the lines are very very simple but hold a great philosophical truth
You have captured the essence