Motonous Monotony...

The story never ends

I wish again, this were the last.

Oft spoken, yet misunderstood,

Your words haunt me, in this emptiness vast.


Not a single emotion,

Or the resemblance of warmth.

The crudeness of your demeanour,

The enormity of it all.


I search your eyes

For affection that would envelop me

Or a single trace of adoration

So I could think of a "we"

I look at myself

Look, what you have made of me!

Trembling for your trust

Or even a semblance of love

The story never ends

I wish again, this were the last

Oft spoken, yet misunderstood

Your words haunt me, in the emptiness vast.

~Riddhi~

29th March 2008