Void

'You are my shadow', she proudly said.

When,

'She' holds 'her' in her arms.

'She' pampers 'her' .

'She' cuddles 'her'.

'She' takes care of 'her'.

The little blossom was her part.

The dusky creation was her sweetest admiration.

Both grew older with each other's charm.

Both cherish the splendid moments in each other's arm.

'She' imitates ' her' and

'She' enjoys the imitation of 'her'.

Since sunrise till the moonlight

'she' and 'her' were together.

One day 'she' opened her eyes with sheer delight.

Searched for 'her' idol of which she was a reflection.

Searched for 'her' blooming flower of which she was the fragrance.

Mere a cold voice came and said :

"She is nowhere, she has gone.

She is now the brightest twinkling star to give you the best reflection. "

Was 'she' my angel?

Was 'she' my dream?

She repeatedly inquired herself.

But, could not find an answer and

a complete silence covered her.

Her happiness had now becomes Mortal.

Then one day,

All her solitude becomes reminiscent,

When warming hands caressed her.

She thought her idolized image is back.

Now, again she could become the reflection of 'her' image.

But she overthought.

This time it was not her dream nor her angel.

It was her inevitable life.

And the place of 'she' in 'her' life becomes void forever.

Filled with seclusion, indeed.