Ripples

She ‘wanders’ with ‘intent’ that way Her inside seems to be in turmoil- Regrets, disappointments, griefs and complaints Life apparently quite unjust to her Eyes the still waters of the pond- Cool, calm and confident Her very antithesis Her leisurely pace undisturbed Picks up some pebbles ‘just like that’ One, two, three---- They fall Every time with a soft plonk Trying to unravel Hidden mysteries of the still waters While she lets go of Her pent up feelings And with every hit Pond’s unease comes onto the surface Ripples frantically racing shorewards One, two, three----- Trying to find the person Perhaps to kiss and smoothen the ruffled nerves But a ‘safe distance’ lies in between As her uninterrupted walk Biding the time Has taken her away Beyond reach.