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.