Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Face in the mists

By Geetu Vaid

I see a face in the mists of memory
smiling at my surprise, laughing at my expense

Familiar, yet unknown
So lovable once, but now hidden in clouds,
or are these the tears in my eyes.

Gone are the days when his touch gave joy,
now just to think of him gives pain.

He has played this game of pleasure and pain
and gone forever

as I wait for him in vain.

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