Tuesday, November 1, 2011

And the yearning ends

Day faded into night, I did not notice
Whether she'll come, still a mystery
Hope yet hasn't died, as if it opposes
Her chances to become, a history

Time seems speeding, as if running a race
I feel so restless, my breathes are heavy
Turn up O dear, with your angelic face
With eyes that shimmer, and locks wavy

Your coming to me, will be a remedy
To relieve my longing, to cure my pain
And if you come not, 'twill be a tragedy
My efforts for meeting, will all be vain

The space suddenly, seems enlightened
Scents ethereal, refreshen the air
Noise is now music, dims have brightened
Her person stellar, is surely here

I see her walking, she approaches me in haste
I feel like heavens, like object unearthly
I wish this rare flavour, could forever I taste
I feel so divine, a creature so worthly...

5 comments:

  1. never knew abt this side of urs... nice work... keep it up... :)

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  2. ............
    Life's poetry, dear poet friend,
    Is thus well penned, well said,
    If wishes are the food for your craft,
    Then I wish you much yearning ahead.
    ............

    @shakWrites

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  3. I particularly love these 4 lines "The space suddenly, seems enlightened
    Scents ethereal, refreshen the air
    Noise is now music, dims have brightened
    Her person stellar, is surely here"

    the way you have used the metaphors for the presence of the lady!! WOW!! :)

    Great poetry! Really!! :)
    Keep it up!

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