Treasure Island

Arti Chopra

(16 Nov 1953 / Jammu)

BETRAYA


BETRAYAL

Our glances clashed,
met.......
a single tear
pearl like,
wet.......
rolled bravely down
my lonely cheek,
your eyes darted away
guilt ridden
so weak
your face emotionless,
My eyes, a caress,
a single nerve twitched,
like a dark poem
across a page bewitched,
and I looked,
for a sign
on the blank canvas of your
lying face,
trying to see a lamp of hope
light up
those vacant eyes
which I thought were mine
eyes from which I had drunk deep
like a glass of heady wine
but to no avail
you turned
eyes downcast
and walked right away
from the empty spaces
inside my reproachful
bleeding heart
And I knew, with a certainty that if
You leave me now
You would never return
I knew that the mighty storm
Had passed and
Calm would reign

Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014

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