I try to overlook The dark shadows and wrinkles, Formed by the fears and tears of Countless dark days and nights. In vain I darken the rims of my eyes To brighten them and I tell myself, "Smile and keep your hopes alive, For he will come someday." He was a poet of great stature And I, a poor innkeeper. "Your eyes are the sparkling stars and Your heart is a gold mine of kindness" he said. I blushed, wondering hard at what he saw in me That everyone else had missed so far! Feeling validated, I thanked my stars For blessing me with this great man. We merged into each other; Seasons changed and filled my dull days With beautiful colours of the rainbow. One day he left in search of new inspiration. Holding my fluttering heart in my palms I asked, when do we meet again? With a charming smile and a thoughtful gaze he said, "We shall meet when the earth meets the sky at the horizon." Seasons have changed and rainbows, faded But my dull days and nights remain as ever. My battered heart doesn’t seem to learn And my lonely journey never seems to end. Wasn’t meeting at the horizon, a false promise? Will the earth ever meet the sky? I ask myself. Fighting tears in my eyes, I keep my hopes alive And wait for the arrival of that mythical moment. ***END*** The image has been taken from the internet for the purpose of representation only.
Wow! @GeetaKashyap Though I shouldn't be comparing works of great artistes like you, can't stop myself saying that this is the best ever I have seen from you, you have taken it to a whole new level this time Three thoughts that stood out for me reading this poem were, bet the poet was charming and damn lucky, it's true that the earth didn't meet the sky so far but who knows they just might meet this one time for your mythical moment to come true and finally this poem reminded me of someone who has been missing in action for a while. Quick shout out for her to come back soon
Good one Geeta . You always piur your emotions in your posts and narrate so well. Every post of your is worthy of nomination.youare an all rounder
Hi Geeta, I totally agree with Lalitha. You have indeed outdone yourself this time. I admire the poet for being honest. Maybe he knows that it is not to be, yet he couches the harsh truth in words of hope, however unreal. Congratulations on your poem being nominated for this month.
Height of optimism! Amen. He was indeed; he charmed the naive lady and tactfully vanished after his purpose was served! It is my maiden effort at bringing a story in a poetic format. Thanks for the generous appreciation and kind words, dear Lalitha.
The poet should keep up the charm in his memory. Life can show us some perfect moments but it cannot always be perfect. And yes to make it perfect always the earth and sky should meet.
Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it hath sown, And garner up its fruit of tears. The waters know their own and draw The brook that springs in yonder height; So flows the good with equal law Unto the soul of pure delight. The stars come nightly to the sky; The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, Can keep my own away from me. Geeta, You reminded me of a poem above written by John Burroughs about waiting. Viswa