The Girl In Black Poem by Sumita Jetley

She stood at the shore where the city fades,
Wrapped in black, where silence wades.
Winds whispered secrets through her veil,
A shadow moving beyond the pale.

'What do you see? ' she heard him say,
A stranger lost in a world of grey.
'You, ' he spoke, both bold and true,
Yet she was the night, and he was the blue.

She walked through alleys where stories wept,
In books, in songs, in souls she kept.
A name once given, a life once known,
Left behind like dust wind-blown.

'Why black? ' he asked, his voice sincere,
'To disappear, to see more clear.'
'From what? ' he pressed, but she just smiled,
A seeker, a ghost, a wandering child.

She left him verses, lines half-told,
Of longing that burned, of love turned cold.
'To be seen is to be bound, ' she wrote,
'But I seek the One beyond the note.'

Then one night, the city sighed,
She vanished, like a shifting tide.
No trace, no name, no path to find,
Just echoes left in the seeker's mind.

Yet, in the places she used to be,
A whisper lingered by the sea.
A napkin, a book, a fleeting tune,
A love not lost, but left in ruin.

'Lose yourself, ' the letter said,
'And you will find me, where all is shed.'

He searched through verses, streets, and sand,
Trains ran wild across the land.
From smoky cafés to desert light,
He chased a shadow dressed in night.

At last, he found the sacred ground,
Where prayers and longing intertwined.
And there she knelt, in robes of white,
A soul unchained, a heart alight.

He stood in silence, did not call,
For now, he knew—he'd found it all.
Not in her eyes, not in her name,
But in the seeking, in the flame.

And so he turned, and walked away,
Not empty now, but full of day.
For love is not to cage or keep,
But let it burn, let it seep—

Like waves that kiss, then leave the shore,
Returning, restless, evermore