Goodness is reigning again
There isn’t any grief or pain
The winds are blowing towards the east
There is peace and tranquillity in the beast
The black clouds are friends with the blue
It’s evening, I am still waiting for you..
The soldier in the house next door
Is on another journey seeking for something more
The kith and kin don’t seem sad
They have accepted the departure of the nomad
I believe in intuitions, even if they seem untrue
It’s evening; I am still waiting for you
The Children have vacated the playground
The Crickets have started conversing in their peculiar sound
The street bulbs are making the tar appear bright
They say, the sun is gone, and it is night
But night is the time when talks start anew
It’s past the evening; and I am still waiting for you.
PS: Somewhere, some song inspired me to write this down. The wait of someone who has gone since long is really tough. The wait is the most frustrating period. Especially when you know you’ll have to do it all your life, until the next one, when you can only hope and pray that you don’t have to do it all over again…..
i love the imagery that the poem paints in my mind as i read it.. great work!!
ReplyDeleteAs always...another masterpiece by u...!!!keep inspiring:)
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ReplyDeleteA nice poem......seriously!
ReplyDeleteBut I personally feel it is only wise to get over the wait and live your life from a new day. We cant change things that have happened but we surely can control what will happen further.
@Av: Thank you so much :)
ReplyDelete@Varu: Thank you...
@Harshad :what you say is absolutely correct, but the best part of being able to write is that, you can be anyone, anytime, and write down all the feelings, as if it were you, all the time. I love doing this…
heyy yamini.. i love the way u write.. especially this poem.. it was incredible.. particularly loved the second stanza.. waiting to see more such posts frm u.. :)
ReplyDeletePS: Are u a friend of sunil's??
@Anupama: Thanks for visiting and appreciating the poem.
ReplyDeleteYes, i am Sunil's Friend. We've known each other since we were 9-10.. :) :)