Is this poetry? is this prose? I know not the answer for this riddle…but the words poured out and I couldn’t help it.
There lay an angel…
Her eyes sought some long lost picture
But all she could see were people moving along,
Dilapidated buildings and crowded markets.
She could look at the whole wide world
But the world could see only her eyes….
Only a pair of green emeralds, glittering at times with grief.
Did she ever feel pleasure or pain?
No one could make a guess,
Her stoic countenance never gave much away.
She had lost touch with herself
The past still hung upon her present
As a shadow that frightened away happiness.
The wind brushed across her face,
As if to wipe away tears that had never once been shed.
The birds sang to comfort her soul,
The waves rose high to fill her heart with hope,
Alas it was too late!
She was oblivious to the term “everything-around-her”
A lonely soldier marching up the highland
Had once been enshrined in her heart.
She wanted to see him just one last time
Since she knew she will not live long.
She had travelled all this distance and crossed the seas,
To see the one face in which she could seek peace.
Her eyes met his,
Her purpose thus fulfilled and heart appeased,
She lay in a dreamless sleep…as if never to awaken.
That night, as the first snow flake kissed her face
“There lay an angel“, the flake told her friends,
“whose soul was truly blessed!”