Strange love

The much known eyes,

Looked at each other-

Lifeless in their spark.

A watchful haze unsettled the space,

As the hawk-like gaze,

Awaited any sign of the old.

The warm fingers clasped the dead hand,

In vain attempts to re-start.

While the lips moved,

They spoke words, not believed in.

Faithless and empty,

She nursed her defense,

A vacant wall against his hopes.

Images drawn from the past.

Did little to evoke any emotions.

They only served to hurt,

As they impinged on the door,

Of what it could it have been.

The end had startled both-

Though expected,

Its final blow,

Or death knell,

Was unanticipated in its severity.

And no matter, the questions now,

The ice refuses to thaw.

Love is then,

Just a game of cards-

She thinks-

One wrong move,

And all dreams come,

Tumbling and  crumbling down.

The fear of the future pervades,

Like an ugly stench,

It settles on the lovers,

Now strangers unknown.

She flees away to her own space in her mind-

While he tries to undo and rewind.

Strength seems the signature of their personalities,

But harshness is what they seem to bestow 

On one another.

Seeing the worst,

They apprehend the same from nameless others,

Whom they know would flitter through.

In their lives once again-

As they would let the light in.

They remain silent,

Unsated-yet lost in the myriads questions.

Looking time and again,

To the erstwhile half,

And shaking their heads in 

Bewilderment-

Of the sudden twist and turn in their tale.

The shards of glass remain unheeded to,

While the mirror between them,

Remains shattered in a million pieces.