The Lost River

By Geethanjali Dilip

When love is not received,

Although just a handful at times,

At times a simple meal in a humble plate,

When it is questioned, teased, mocked at and bullied,

It melts itself into a river and disappears underground,

Lost to the eyes, ears, feel and senses,

Leaving the empty receptacle into a desert,

Where feet shall ever lose grip in dunes of time.

When the course of love is diverted and ignored,

Neglected for an illusory oasis of a fallacious blue,

It moves onwards towards the sea,

In a surrender that its path will never understand,

Leaving pits and gaping craters where pebbles will lay dead,

Having broken themselves from mountains,

In the angst and gush of that love not accepted,

While clouds shall watch to shed tears of remorse too late.

By Geethanjali Dilip