The storm came silently
Almost apologetic
As if trying hard not to intrude
And…wreaked havoc.
So, came love.
And waking up in the aftermath
In the land of blue skies…
Pure and free
Silent, sparkling raindrops
Words graced me.
And, then there was life
Begging to be discovered
At that time,
When I reflected on a lonely bed…
Sick and confined.
And the cliché fell flat
As time refused to fly
And I went to sleep
Waiting…
For the storm to come.
6 comments:
Touching...
each of your poems makes me feel that you know life thoroughly....you have visited every alley,every lane....rested in each street corner....i don't know whether you have experienced everything or observed it all....but your poems always tell me that you know what is going on inside my head....
It is a beautiful poem.....I loved the gentle flow...the pictures...the simply touching thoughts....you weave beautiful patterns in a subtle way....n i keep falling in love with your style over and over again....keep writing
beautifully confined emotions...................
u amaze me as each time as i progress... Trust me, u really got to thank your circumstances to aid u out here... Wat say ???
u wait for the storm wishin that it comes....knowin all the time that it would ruin you...but still not knowin how to stop desirin it...wat do u do?call yourself a fool or say that u dint know?
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