Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Wait

Another lonely night
Ghastly!
Thunderous clouds just cried

Stars have gone to sleep
Exhausted
Shining besides mountain - so steep

I'm all alone
Waiting
For someone, my own

Memories come flooding
Trapped
Between the wrinkles - budding

The first time we ever met
Serendipity!
It was. It wasn't love, yet

Those serene eyes rested on mine
Enraptured,
I stood, as though I saw Divine

I began to say when you
Stopped.
Your finger on my lips - and dew

'Wait till midnight,' A whisper said
Anticipative,
I smiled while you left

I waited. Days. Months. Years.
Forty-five
The wait doesn't get over, here

The whisper haunts my life
Love
Betrays me every midnight

Old, withered and desolate
Hopeful
Of seeing those eyes again, I wait

6 comments:

Apoorv Jain said...

Wonderful!! Is it a recognised structure of writing poetry? Or it is ur imagination?

the shades of crayons... said...

attractively potrayed the concealed feelings /thoughts :)
loved it..
my fav fleck:
" The first time we ever met
Serendipity!
It was. It wasn't love, yet"

the shades of crayons... said...

*portrayed

Mihir said...

I like the idea that you've conveyed, that love means waiting. (I hope I haven't misunderstood the line 'It wasn't love, yet' and read love into a situation where there's none.)

Buzz said...

Thanks friends.

@Apoorv - It's an experimentation. Now that I'm happy, I'm going to adopt it as my style.

@The Shades of Crayons: Tkanku hai pitaji! :P

@ Mihir - I'm glad that you liked it. I think you're one of the few who got the deeper meaning. Indeed it tells that it wasn't love when they first met, but as he waited for her, love fostered.

'Serendipity! It was. It wasn't love, yet'
'Love betrays me every midnight'

These two lines contain love and they try to bring light on the fact that love, which wasn't there initially, instead it was just an anticipation. But love developed with wait.

ashima said...

love and patience are the best buddies i guess...lovd ur wrk..:)