The wait is long…
It had started in this star-lit valley
Twenty crescent moons ago
When the ghost of the faded moon
Had not yet left the mauve sky.
Through incomprehension
And blankness of burning days
It grew old…
Evening has descended on the leaves
Of gently swaying palm trees
And their grey shadows have grown
Black.
The moon has burst upon the bare sky.
With a vengeance.
The leaves shine
The smell of wet mehendi on beguiled palms
Waft in.
The silken feathers you had clipped
Have grown again…stronger this time.
I want to fly, yet I want you back.
The wait is long…
And the night sky allures me.
I’m on the verge of a take-off
Return soon and fly with me.
7 comments:
This one's so beautiful! very romantic! Whenever u write moon, sky, colours, your poems become alive! They start smelling good! :)
Kotto ki bollam!:o:P Dont forget the tag btw!
"The silken feathers you had clipped
Have grown again…stronger this time.
I want to fly, yet I want you back.
The wait is long…
And the night sky allures me.
I’m on the verge of a take-off
Return soon and fly with me.."
beautiful.
I like this.no wait
I love this.
but but where be you?no patta!:(
I like it...the last few lines are really nice...
and you have been tagged!!!
wow...i feel the urge to 'return' as well
@sree- Thank you. ami ekhono tag ta kore uthte parini re.
@solo-thank yaa!!
@Basu-Thanks. I'm right here.
@Inihos-thank you.
@darkling- return where??:)
waiting for your new poem...
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