We hold on to images
Dark and bright
Seemingly unreal
They tend to suffice
They make up for what we dont have
They give us hope
Comfort
Peace
Sometimes it is better
To let go of the images
Than tarnish them
With the soot that is reality
A man and a woman
At the beach watching the sunrise
She lying on his lap
Their son on her stomach
It's gone.
Jigsaw
5 comments:
It's gone.
Again, Love the emotions you convey with just a few words!
@Ramya
Or maybe the emotions I've taken away with the same few words :)
ah!...write for a need and it becomes an addiction even before u realise...beware!
writing for a need....turns an addiction even before u realise....beware i say
this is one addiction i'll stick with, actually.
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