#TheWritingProject
© Afshi khan

I saw her at the corner of street ..
Folded hands mumbling something within herself

As if going through Dysphoria state of Life ..
Her hands rugged like jinxed iron.
Saw no Life on her skin..parched eyes
A thirst to Aquire something not
But a Beautiful disired Life ..

A yearning for human warmth..
A person who should be near to her
Be her own ..
A man to whom she can trust ..with her whole Life ..

Her eyes spoke of million questions
That never saw the pages of any answers to it ...i wondered how she felt
With passing time as the ruthless breeze

That turned her into stone hearted person..
Feelings Despair her desires unfolded million quite throbs of her heart ..

That speaking ceiling of her room asked her
Where she was all these days ..
Her silence made her walk on pricking Stones Of thorned ways

Mirror never saw her eyes ...as it never dared Reply to her pain...
I watched her In amazed Look

One day as she washed the blood of her broken heart...
Amidst crying clouds in pouring Rain ...

The sparkle of blue sea..her image got rusted with Time ...
A wave of tide that whispered to bring back her memories ..

That gaze which was...
Oh ...
It Was Mine. ...🌹🌹