Monday 26 March 2012

Broken smile

( This picture is taken from Google images)


She went on the stage, full of pride,
Her first novel had won acclaim worldwide.
She knew the power behind each word
‘Cos they sustained her through a tumultuous period undeterred.
Looking back now, she realized that she had come shining
From life’s discords that had left her pining.
Her smile said it all, full of happy accomplishment,
Lifting her mood to gay abandonment.
In all this mirth and joy she saw her family,
They were giving her a thumbs up cheerily.
She looked around searching for that face,
Which had been an inspiration and a menace.
How could she forget the price which she had to pay
For trusting and getting into the fray.
She ended up as an empty shell,
To her and for the one’s who cared this was a death knell.
There were times, when she would walk around listlessly,
Tears were her only companion which followed her copiously.
She forgot everything around her,
And life just went by in a hellish blur.
But, through this desolation, hands reached out,
Reasoning and taunting her, saying, ‘don’t be a sellout”.
The words worked their magic once again,
And lost sanity she did regain.
Armed with her will and mind,
She was not ready to leave her past behind.
With new found bravado and vigour,
She wrote and completed her novel, named” paramour”.
She was unsure, whether he would accept her invitation,
For she knew he would deduce the reason behind her creation.
Yet, her eyes searched for him in vain,
When suddenly she felt his presence again,
He was standing a little away from the stage,
Holding her book and staring at the front page.
He looked at her with shame filled eyes,
And could not mask his shocked surprise,
The first page was her words of dedication,
Which read, “thank you my paramour for this transformation”.
She smiled triumphantly at him across the aisle,
And he in turn gave her a broken smile.

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