Playing on the flute, gently holding the instrument <br />Eyes half closed, in a trance or a kind of enchantment. <br />Oblivious to the presence of all loved ones around <br />Perhaps in conversation with someone lost, not found. <br /> <br />A precious soul mate, who without giving reason, forsake, <br />Could one turn so cruel, pay no heed to the heart break. <br />Love is meant to nourish and nurture and bring rapture <br />Here sat my cousin, with a soul in torment, fractured. <br /> <br />It’s in the genes, or an imbalance of hormones, <br />To be split in two, pronounced the neuro surgeon. <br />Knowledge has limitations… why does the spirit <br />Hover between moments of coherence, I wonder as I sit. <br /> <br />No one heard any sound of a cry, as tears had dried. <br />But is it humanly possible to forever hide behind a lie. <br />At times it seems there is a smile and a light on the face. <br />Giving a glimpse of what once was… illusion, no trace. <br /> <br />Mother’s eyes flicker with hope as she watches her son, <br />Awaits evil spirits departure and hug her with recognition. <br /> A life of promise, gone waste... today at sixty, ravage of time <br />in and out of asylums, before spring manifest...autumn arrive.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-split-and-a-heart-break/
