Dust of the dunes-
Drifted thoughts!
Dunes in the desert.
Dampened dreams-
Dragging the dead desires.
Disappear, she wants to-
the void.
Scars on the mind.
Past that haunts.
Glochids painless-
Plucks some thorns-
Droplets of blood-
On the desert floor.
Dried quickly, not to be healed.
Healed to be dead.
Dust hurled over the dunes.
And she was nowhere to be seen...
Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini
I saw a mirror.
Bright and shiny.
And yet, some scars.
I touched them.
A silent scream,
Echoed deep within.
'...must have been tough'
I thought!
My reflections.
In pieces.
Of words- I never liked.
Of a lost home.
Of a new world-
Of becoming a stranger.
Of being lost!
I saw myself.
Bright and shiny!
And yet, some scars.
Was it me or that mirror?
Something felt-
Broken!
Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini
Everything.
All things, there were-
that made her engaged.
She grabbed one doll.
A book.
And a few chairs.
Flipped the pages.
She rejoiced.
Pulled hands of a doll.
Laughed.
Saw a unicorn.
Ran behind
Everything around her-
made her happy.
............................
While- on the other side,
Of a glass door-
Stood that love.
Silently observing her.
Her little tears...
Tiny fears.
Love observed them all.
...............................
And now when she realized-
That she missed something-
Amidst these joys.
She did not know-
What stood on the other side of-
A glass door.
~Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini
