Tomorrow Does Come!

By Anupama Bhargava

" There's always a tomorrow until it explodes in your face like a bad case of the evening news leaving you with a nevermore." (Quoth, the raven)

The unspooled easy blushes of yesteryears from the world of magazines, traded for the language in those farmed moments of the artistic flashes, now inside the embossed faux leather does a good job as it

Blurs the journey back to the exhausted whispers that lisped out of sleep last night inside the surrogate warmth of imagination that twist fire in broad day light.

In her silence endlessly floats her seemingly perpetual laughter that shoved away awestruck words of aspiring glances, and

Her fluttering eyelids that shuffled many hearts but denied love.

And thus tears don't pause even for a minute today whenever she inspects the depth of her mirror, fighting the inevitable, preferring it to be a mere figment of her imagination,

That confers on her the imprint of the maddening depths of sagacious reality, and endlessly reminding her

Of the young hands that fend her off her crown, and how

Every moment of her lonely life is like a part time suicide now.

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posted 17 June 2003