HOPING AGAINST THE HOPE ..

 Holding her face in her tiny little hands ..

Trying to hide the rosy rush of blood towards the pale skin ..

There she was .. Hoping against the hope ..

“Its okay !” I said , probably in my most dishonest tone ..

Its rarest of the rare I felt such a void of words ..

How could I butcher that silent yearn ..? Hoping against the hope ..?

 Trying to find answers in “STILLNESS” , we hovered in the lonesome aura ..

Only to land in brutality of words , like the book was being the honest mistress ..

The savagery of reality  was mulling , the  hoping against the hope ..

 Clearly ghosts of her past were crawling beneath her skin ..

Soliciting her to vanish into recluseness , to give up the fight ..

But that soft intensity was burning .. Hoping against the hope ..

The life was dancing .. escaping the death of soul ..

Trying to find a breath in perpetual journey of pain ..

No truer desire to live .. Hoping against the hope ..

I could not be more proud to witness the beauty of that revolt..

For she chose not to give up both on her beliefs and her life ..

For I could see “Love” taking shape .. Nothing  but Hoping against the hope .. !!

~P.S.