Teardrop

 days pass into months.. months into years,

& its all there still...locked ..the key forgotten,

but it seems as if today the doors have open,

& my life is spilt right in front of me,

as I stand besides that net curtained window,

trying to re-live those chapters that life snatched away

I loved that time & I lived it too,

my eyes still shine as I think about it,

did I just smile? maybe I did,

maybe it was happiness. really?

I slide my fingers along the glass on the window,

thinking about a torrent of questions,

its like a road long forgotten,

like an old dry bouquet of flowers,

it was so beautiful then but no more now,

maybe it'll all be forgotten one day

like my prints on this pane,

I'm not sure but time will tell,

and then it came. almost abruptly,

a moist reminder of what was,

coming from somewhere deep inside,

my friend, my companion, my strength,

it showed in my eyes & then spilled on my cheek,

my life trapped...in a single drop!

~Nidhi~