Grief of a Lost Love

Hey eyes- speak of a subtle love

that she had in her past.

The wrinkles around her eyes

get smaller when she puts a smile.

A tear rolls down her face

everytime she speaks of it.

The tears are adamant in reducing her face's charm.

I sit beside her

(not in her lap)

she can't bear my weight.

I look at her beauty and imagine

how she would have looked without those wrinkles.

I often ask for her old photographs.

Today is new year's day.

I am yet to feel the warmth of your blessings.

I am growing up (without you)

but I lack maturity.

You were in my dreams.

It felt very real.

I know now, where I have to go

When I want to have a talk (with you).

Whenever I bask in sunshine

I remember my lost love (you).

I sigh.

A tear just rolled down my face.

Dadi, I am looking at your old photograph.

This poem is authored by Akriti Adarsh, a student of IISER, Mohali.