Sitting in a corner,
Like a loner,
I lay pondering over your thoughts,
You dint turn up after all my waits.
Expectations burnt inside me with glare,
Seldom for which do you care?
Vacant seats filled up with all couples,
The noise of all talks and many chuckles.
Time fled in silence yet,
No signs of you, but,
My eyeballs raced, door to the podium,
Awaiting a figure, if at all you come.
My heart wept, not eyes,
As I waited, For You.
Cheers,
Sush
Lovely poem. Loved the pic. As I waited...sounds just fine.
ReplyDeleteNice one.... Waiting is painful and enjoyable at same time, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteaww....
ReplyDeletenice...
ReplyDeleteI have so many thoughts, depending on how I interpret the poem. The first thing I thought of on reading it was the picture of the labrador lying under the flag-draped coffin on his military master at his funeral, and thinking this way, I'd say simply 'Grief'.
ReplyDeleteBut for a broader interpretation, I can't do better than F Scott Fitzgerald's book title: 'Beloved Infidel'.
beautifully done
ReplyDeleteJust WOW!"Time fled in silence"....superb imagination..
ReplyDeleteso poignant!
ReplyDeletequite emotional Sushma! Wish the lady see the expected figure coming.. soon enough :)
ReplyDeleteHey Sush, am glad you are writing poems again! Nice one. The caption is at times not important, but 'As I waited ..' is fine. or you can try The Lady in Waiting maybe ? Whatever, its your poem and your blog! Keep writing!
ReplyDeletethe longing and the wait for your beloved. nicely put up.
ReplyDeleteVery well written...
ReplyDeleteNice :)
ReplyDeleteSweet poem :)
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