Staring across a barren brown scape,
With bated breath I waited for you;
Solitary musings sand prints as I walked-
Nothing but sandstorms filling the view.
Wanting for the sand to blow away,
Unearthing a new life of spring,
The desert, my soul parched, waiting
For the elixir the rain could bring.
I opened my eyes to the gentle breeze;
Desolate brown had turned to green;
I looked around for you, in vain,
All faded away- a dream it had been!
Then the flowers bloomed again, fragrances ecstatic;
Not just in my mind's eye, for real was my heart free;
Birds chirping, butterflies fluttering, branches waving,
Bliss everywhere- my prince charming had come for me :-)
P.S. Poetry makes my prince charming sleepy.
4 comments:
Nice one..
All world’s a stage, said the Bard,
And how so true could that be,
Hopes and Wishes are stage-décor,
Beneath them, gloom you’d see.
Blessed are the desolate souls,
Who’d never dare again to dream,
The bliss, the birds and the lovely breeze,
Aren’t as fun as they seem.
--Just my thoughts. (Wouldnt want to argue.. :-)
@Nair - I apologize for the delay in acknowledging (Blogger issues with posting comments like I mentioned in the announcements section). Although I'd like to be more optimistic (and argue with u about it), your comment surpassed my post Sir!
this has made me write some thing
@Ram - an honor!
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