Devyani's Perspective

The following are my thoughts regarding Devyani's reflection, as woman, upon the dream that she had once cherished with the husband to whom she thought she had married.

Sorry, I include the (c), as I've had people post my work without consent on other websites as their own. I may even remove this after a while, but just wanted to share with you all for the moment being.

Chahaton ki log duhayee detey hain, maine khamoshiyon ko sunaya hai,
Hastraton ke mehel ko maine khud apne hathon se mitaya hai.
Barson pehle kii thi dil ne ek khwaaish ki khataa, tabse har pal uss galti se chehra chupaya hai.
Chand lamho ka woh sapna, ghul gaya zindagi mein zeher ki raftar se kuch aise,
Rote hue dil ko,phir bhi... humesha muskuratey huey yaad aya hai.
(C) desi chic/Neetu _ IF

People talk of desires, I have always spoke to the silence,
I have destroyed the house of hope and sweet dreams with my own hands.
Years ago, this feeble heart had committed the mistake of a longing, and since, tried to cover it beneath a veil,
Those few grains of time, spread like poison through life in such a way,
Even the crying heart still recalls it... with a smile.
(c) desi chic/Neetu_IF

Cheers,
dc