Sunday, December 08, 2013

Why I had No Tears To Shed Then ?

The room smelt different
 Was it the burning camphor or
The oil soaked wick
 Dancing in the wind.

The windows were left wide open
 The morning breeze
Trying to snuff and conquer
 The naked flame of the oil lamp.

The House was lit up
 Too bright and
Too crowded
 For that times of the day.

The faint sobbing
 Ebbing from some corner
Hurried steps down the corridors
 Speaking only in Hushed voices
Added more uneasiness to the air

She looked calm and blissful
 Sleeping pretty and relieved
I knew instantly
 She would never to come back again to us ever
But why I had no tears to shed then.