Tear Bubbles

Her silent tears

Fell on a cold blanket.

The shivers within were mutely contained

The soothing hand that was no more present

Loomed in the yellow shadow of a glass window

Ever present, ever elusive

Flimsy, broken, continuous

Like her endless tear-bubbles.

Copyright © 2015 Arpita Pramanick

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About Arpita

Arpita is currently working as an analyst in Mu Sigma, Bangalore. While she loves her job, but her heart is tied deeply to creative outlets. Reading, writing, travelling, and more recently, making videos excite her and shape her day to day life. She's also very approachable and is willing to pick a conversation if she happens to meet you.
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