Skyline - A tribute to 'The Reader'

(Kate Wiselet , The Reader (2008))




Along came a woman, so subtle like a parson.
She ponders through the mirror, her images reveals her wrinkles.
Life might have been, something near to an agony, her old memory keeps riding back to old galleries.



‘There was the plain road, a stoned white building, a wooden church and old coffee shop.
A young boy with nervous smile asks her for a bicycle ride.’




Its dawn and she hasn’t nearly slept, withering winds are not letting her miss those clips.
She found her self swimming in the rear pound with his tearful thoughts.



‘Her head is on his lap, finger rolling upon his forehead.
She knows that he has never seen someone as beautiful as her’



Her foot crumbled, the scene from window looks so surreal.
The white snow pouring outside is like her fading tears.



‘He moves near, she moved away, a guilt struck fear to open one real self.
He succumbed to her. She looks in despair, why heart says yes to mindless mindways?’



It’s a winter fog, she uncluttered her black gown. A small dusted frame of his stands silently on her dressing table
The buried heartfelt wound sungs in to her disdain.



‘I love you is all I have learnt, in this open sky of beautiful rhythm.
She said nothing but was happy in her heart. At least there was someone who witnesses her real heart.'