Perhaps there is more to life
than a blunt punctuality, that is mine.
I have always come early
but been late.
In a life where I never
intended to intrude in your sensitivities
always fearing that ,
oozing is inevitable when its me,
I have waited sheepishly.
Haemocyanin- blue blood, oh its mine.
Like the improper misplacement above,
I have waited and drenched in rain
just to feel what is it to be close to you.
Have spent sleepless nights
Just to know how pure is the Sun
That touches you first.
Today, as you tie a bolder knot
With the one who could say before
(and me? nay ever)
I will be there, mute,
Silently waving at your graceful departure
and wish, if for once you do the cliche',
Turn back and smile, perhaps.
Even if you do, I promise,
you won't see how an ice
drowned and choked in its own fate.
Can we reverse the moment
and never let it melt?
SoUmY@
[No more complexities for today. Just a blunt and simple life. :)]
than a blunt punctuality, that is mine.
I have always come early
but been late.
In a life where I never
intended to intrude in your sensitivities
always fearing that ,
oozing is inevitable when its me,
I have waited sheepishly.
Haemocyanin- blue blood, oh its mine.
Like the improper misplacement above,
I have waited and drenched in rain
just to feel what is it to be close to you.
Have spent sleepless nights
Just to know how pure is the Sun
That touches you first.
Today, as you tie a bolder knot
With the one who could say before
(and me? nay ever)
I will be there, mute,
Silently waving at your graceful departure
and wish, if for once you do the cliche',
Turn back and smile, perhaps.
Even if you do, I promise,
you won't see how an ice
drowned and choked in its own fate.
Can we reverse the moment
and never let it melt?
SoUmY@
[No more complexities for today. Just a blunt and simple life. :)]
Comments
How true..
Beautiful expressions Brother..
Very genuine Indeed...
Thanx..
Silently waving at your graceful departure
and wish, if for once you do the cliche',
Turn back and smile, perhaps.
Touching. This is the stuff that reminds you of halftone hearts and sepia smoke, and through it all, passages.
I have waited and drenched in rain
....
Soumya, soumya!
Poetry runs like blood in your veins!
Your words quite consume emotion, do you know that. Just little inflections like
I have always come early
but been late.
Are enough to make one feel tremulous...
To underscore what Madeeha has said, so well... Poetry does indeed run like blood in your veins.
Refreshing, this one... poignant, but refreshing.
(Will get to the others in a while) :)