Thursday, March 07, 2013 Anosha 0 Comments Category :

Like moon’s pull on ebbs and tides

The doubts, that follow after pride

Hatred buried deep in hearts

The pauses before pace picks up

The composure disguising a heart’s fall

The calm lying in eye of storm

The words whispered in nipping breeze

The meaning concealed in one’s glance

The memories stirred, unalarmed

The chaos that ensues, despite perfect sense

Desperation veiled by shallow indifference

Curiosity playing with ignorant thoughts

Eyes carrying questions masked

A throbbing heart behind calm smile

And a subtle need, behind “All is fine.”

Imperceptible, while still so discerned