Tuesday, 22 December 2009

The endless wait...




Pic courtesy: Photo Arts Creations


A mournful morning bright,
The sunrays prick my eyes,
I wait for thee, my life in blight,
As you left without good-byes


An ageless light casts shadows,
Shadows timeless with light,
Giving closure to the morning,
Comes the painful night. 


Will you be home soon?
Will I see you at noon?
Maybe, my heart lies. But I 
know these questions are 
Not wise.


And I keep waiting for thee,
My life in blight. As you left me
Without any good byes. 
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