A tribute to my dearest-kamala surayya..with tears..

She was the one,
whom I adored,
when she was so bold,
to spillout her heart..

She was the one ,
who longed for love,
but earned it never,
when spoke out so loud..

she was the one,
with a core too soft,
crushed every time,
when moving around,
by cruel words of a world,
that never understood her right,
as it was so shallow,
to measure her depth..

she was the one ,
who was lonely in a crowd,
but sung like a bird,
with laughter in her voice..

she had those eyes,
hazy but gleaming,
which oozed out blood,
not tears in pain..

she was the one,
with the heart of a rain,
it pained and showered,
made sketches in the mud..

she was a fragment ,
of a huge lonely soul,
of which we all belong,
and was teared long back in heaven,
spread on an earth's sky,
landed up in hills and oceans ,
where they still lie..
some shined well,
some perished unnoticed,
but this one was a fragnment,
which gleamed like a pearl..

now she has left,
leaving back a vaccuum,
memories of her thoughts,
mingling with my pain..

Now I do believe,
she wil find that love,
which she searched unending,
on this dry soil,and found never..,
and now I hope she will find,
the god she wanted to melt with,
who never lived in a man's heart..