Whispers of your promise dangled around for long, as the world of dream vanished from the core of eyes, dropp by drop.
The lines of your face slipped through the tip of hands, day by day.
A World was woven around you, where hope shined between the green leaves and love danced on every tune,
you were here, there and every where, suddenly you were no where.
Life comes to a halt when a hope dies, a patch of doubt takes over the green of trust.
Unanswered questions surround the being and with every heavy breath a monstrous hand cluches the greiving heart, Silent tears wet the pillow everynight.
Every face on street resembles you.....
Some come out of this turmoil and leave a part of their soul to live a compromise on the name of happiness,
Some live this cycle till the weary end.
I ask YOU, next time when you hold a hand and whisper a promise, make sure you mean it!
Coz life comes to a full circle and what you give comes back.
Richa Tiwari Joshi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-circle-19/
