When Death Took Her Away

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Tears down the face making way to his dry lips.
The choked voice trying to call her back.
Breath stopped; love unceased.

Beatific creases unfolding permanently.
Eyes abandoning every dream without her.
Broken heart; memories etched.

The death holding her, uncompromisingly.
The life leaving him, concomitantly.
Hands separated; souls coupled.

-Kritika Vashist

“The mirror on the wall perfectly reflected her prominent thick Kohl-ed eyes. Though there were no jewellery or make up to decorate her still beautiful body, yet, she shimmered like a bright morning sun in her red wedding Lehenga. Maybe because she was the happiest person among all, maybe because she was marrying her soul mate.”

– Kritika Vashist