HER DREAMS....

Her moments of loneliness -
a constant flow of
hopes and expectations.
Ever since her flower of love
got plucked away
by a strange man,
and flew afar with him
with tears welling up
it seemed to her,
her dear one was still
with her.
Whenever the phone bell rang
with eyes wide open
with flames of hopes in mind
she rushed toward it
but no it was not him.
Like needles piercing
the tender walls of her heart
writhed she in pain
nobody noticing it.
A lurking fear
always gnawed at her
like a cat baring its claws -
that was about him.
And whenever the phone bell
rang
ran she like a maniac
her eyes glowing
but no it was not him.
Only memories like
cool breeze blanketing
her,
awaits she,
hopes and expectations
flowing constantly
one day he would
ring her up from afar.
Will he?