Posted on July 22, 2007 - by rdilipk1

I see her at times

The shadows in life can be seen at the same time on some peoples face and behavior. The face of a woman is probably the best mirror to it. An ode to the strongest power on earth-the woman…’, ‘

I see her at times,
There sitting lonely,
Nothing she utters nor, whispers,
A statue so so, stonily,
And I wonder what she is,
Wordsworth”s “Solitary Reaper”,
Or, is she, “The lady of the dark”.

Her face narrates stories lot,
And her smiles sing songs a lot,
A melancholy tune at times it is,
That sadness had brought,
And then a tune so happy,
That no teachers ought taught.

She is a question at times

And then she is the answer,
Sobs sounds like weeping chimes,
In the anklets of a tired dancer.

There I see her, crying in solitude sometimes,

And then I see her, smiling away to glory,
She lifts her face, and smile at times,
A smile so deep that narrates a story,
No, she is not the “Solitary Reaper”,
Nor, is she “The Lady of the dark”,
I wonder and wonder what she is,
A story so different and a story untold,
Unheard ever and a kind seldom written.