The Lady in the Lake

Every week I come to the lake,

To talk and look at you as always,

But sometimes I feel you don't listen

And you have gone too far.

I remember the day we met,

You came to me like summer,

Bright and shining

Fresh and green as the summer garden.

The tiny pimples on your cheek

Said hello to me.

I remember how we connected,

And before we know,

We became inseparable,

Like a neatly solved jigsaw puzzle,

We solved each other.

Our friendship thrived through hard times,

And we survived most storms together,

Seeking shelter in each other's arms.

But never did I realise the mechanics of the mind,

Your mind worked in mysterious ways and whenever I tried to enter,

You shut the doors and sealed them.

You never reached out for help or a tissue,

But kept on amusing me with your buffoonery.

It was only when your cold body was taken out of the lake,

I realized you were more than a buffoon,

You danced with a heavy heart,

And I saw the bruises from dancing on your cold legs,

That laid still, facing the other side of the lake.

I regret not holding your hand,

I remember my promise of keeping you close,

We were like root and flower of the same plant,

Connected yet distant.

I regret letting you become the lady in the lake,

I hate talking to you without seeing your face.

But I promise I will thrive our friendship,

Assuring not to lose a friend again.

A. C

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Darkness ...at its zenith Silence.. at the sound 's lowest decibel.. I wrapped myself up into the blanket tears rolled down my cheeks.. I cried.. I cried in the dark silence silently.. No voice of my cry.. I bite my hands.. I cried silent loudly.. I cried for the dreams unfulfilled I cried thinking of my unpredicted future.. I cried thinking of my unknown death.. I cried thinking of my inabilities I cried thinking of the gifts not given to me I cried thinking of my people.. And I complained God Almighty for the miseries given to me.. ... I wiped off my tears.. I smiled. Perfect... Nothing is better than this silent loud cry..!! A.C

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