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The endless wait...




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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. 

Comments

  1. There won't be any good byes,
    Just a few muffled sighs.

    Coz things will be good soon,
    Just like the changing shape of desert dune.

    For a while, will have to play a different tune,
    And expect from cacophony you to be immune.

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  2. I am not someone who is too much into emotions. But yes, the lines did tickle some very soft spots.. Me coming to work far away from my mom.. my best friend going US after marriage..And many more..

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  3. @ Archie

    Staying away from and friends leaving is indeed difficult!

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  4. Continuing to love someone whom you loved even after she has left you is the saddest thing especially when you haven't a clue as to the reason.

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  5. Waiting for and still loving someone whom you loved even after she has left you is the saddest thing especially when you haven't a clue as to the reason

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

    i liked this a lot :).... so very well expressed.

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  7. I see you dissapear
    Now iron now smoke
    Milestones measuring distances
    Detachment distorting space and time

    Unheard is my lament
    For that tacit goodbye
    That escaped quietly
    To the realm of eternal silence

    YOU ARE BACK... AND STILL BRILLIANT... All ijj well with the world now... :)

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  8. Nikki

    thank you for using one of my photos from Photo Arts Creations.... glad you wrote a poem about it... a sad poem ....

    go see my new blog ... I think you will like it...

    http://photoartscreations.blogspot.com/

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