The Wait

Who would have known

That I would sit here

Whiling away my time

Staring absently at the sky. 

 

Sometimes a honey bee

Breaks my reverie

Sometimes I sip on my tea

Listening to chirping melodies. 

 

Hours fly by 

From daylight to twinkles in the sky

As I sit and dreamily wait

For my lover to walk through the gate. 

 

A Warm Bakery

On a rainy morning,

At some time of the day in mid-winter

I heard a sound of hustling, 

Was it the trees rustling?

No silly, it’s the silver crockery

Crowded in Malvern Buttery. 

The sounds of murmur rise in the air,

Is this a cafe or a winter fair?

With the warm smell of coffee

and oven-baked soft breads

A tingling grumble rises deep in the belly.

Longing

I am sorry, I was away.

When I arrive,

I will search in your eyes

for longing and desire.

I guess,

you would miss me.

 

When I arrived,

 You never turned my way.

Or look towards me.

You even failed to realize,

I was away. 

 

I am standing by your side.

With longing and love in my eyes

Hoping, one day you’ll turn my way.

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I’m a 7-year old.

I picked a book from the library and excitedly ran all the way home.

I locked myself in the tiny closet and sat down on the floor.

Eagerly, I opened the book and the words were waiting for me.

Looking up at me curiously.

Two little strangers would embark on a new journey.

Slowly and patiently from one word to another I rolled.

The words started revealing a story like I hadn’t read before.

This time it took me into a forest dense and green.

I escaped from the reality and lost myself in this picture serene.

I was a Merman and a white-winged divine horse accompanied me.

A heaviness in the air,

An adventure was on its way.

A mystery to reveal.

I got absorbed in it so fast that I had forgotten to eat.

My mind raced..

Word by word, page by page.

I travelled in my mystical world

while being seated in my tiny unkempt home.

And just like this, everyday

I traverse into my world of fantasy

Away from the pain, fear, anger, brutality and poverty. 

I go lands away just by coursing through the page

and I escape my reality.

What is wrong with me?

Why is my mind treating me so miserably?

 

All I ask for are a few words..

To please my soul.

But seems like my numb mind

Is being too difficult

To let it all flow.

 

All I ask for are a few words

To rain down from my brain.

But every time I sit down to write

Holding this pen with all my might,

My mind remains to be distracted

Refusing to partake in my efforts

That could possibly bring me

Some glory.

Twilight

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The sky has turned pink and blue.

The greyness of winter has brought in some hue.

The sun is going down the horizon

Leaving behind colors of twilight.

To hold on to;

Before returning,

To the stillness of a long black night.