My hope.

She dreamnt of him all her life ..
with a hope burried deep in her eyes ..
for years she waited
let the pain out on canvas...
cried to see her hero..
died to hear him sing ..

One beautiful evening,
finally came the man,
brought her a big smile..
held her tight..
said, he was back for a lifetime.

A fulfilled dream glimmered bright in her eyes,
finally her canvas happily smiled..
one stormy night she discovered,
the canvas she painted..had lost all its colours..
She consoled herself,
believed nothing could go wrong this time.

Then came a phone call,
that shattered her dreams again,
it carried a bad news about the man.
She wanted to see him.. see him alive..
save him ..
or save the promise he gave her one last time.

Time killed his promises, killed him, killed her life.
She cursed her criminals.. she cursed the man
cursed the fact that injustice happened everytime,
with no desire to be alive..

But, we all learn lessons.. we all find ways to be fine..
He is now just a photograph,
a mural or a lithograph.

He is my father, my hope, soul and smile.

I gathered all my strength and
woke up to a new life ..
I know my wounds will heal,
I have a dream back in my eyes.
I have him in my heart,
I can't lose him anymore,
Not this time.
He lives in my heart
And there he'll always be alive.

Gaurja Khanna