... bang in the middle of the day
I wait for those words, lurking
Just there. Just there.
Where I cannot reach.
I wait for those words, lurking
Just there. Just there.
Where I cannot reach.
They came, with the waking moment.
That moment, when you are, and you aren't.
That moment, when clarity strikes.
And fuzzy warmth of slow recognition
Mists over.
That moment, when you are, and you aren't.
That moment, when clarity strikes.
And fuzzy warmth of slow recognition
Mists over.
I reached out. Too late...
Like petulant children, they shied away.
That moment is when they wanted me.
Not two ticks later.
Like petulant children, they shied away.
That moment is when they wanted me.
Not two ticks later.
So here, in the middle of the day
I sit. I yearn. I plead. I know though
They won't surface now.
I also know when they will. :)
I sit. I yearn. I plead. I know though
They won't surface now.
I also know when they will. :)
Not now. But at that moment,
When I turn away, peeking like those
Perky persistently playful creatures they are.
Not words. Not anymore.
When I turn away, peeking like those
Perky persistently playful creatures they are.
Not words. Not anymore.
They've grown beyond that
Into a yearning. Into a secret pleasure.
Into a yearning. Into a secret pleasure.
I don't know the story yet.
Or the ending.
All I have, are these tingles
These feathery-touch-me-softly promises
From them.
Or the ending.
All I have, are these tingles
These feathery-touch-me-softly promises
From them.
They'll come.
They'd better.
They'd better.
... They ought to.
They will, won't they?
14 February, 2013
Google images brought me to this pic. ... from this place:
http://clairemca.wordpress.com/2012/05/07/a-love-of-words-and-music/
The picture belongs to its creator there.
http://clairemca.wordpress.com/2012/05/07/a-love-of-words-and-music/
The picture belongs to its creator there.
Anticipation, your regular muse?
ReplyDeleteHrishi, so it would seem. Perhaps a lifetime of it. :)
ReplyDeleteVery beautifully written. I myself rejoice this game of hide and seek quite a bit, to the extent, that when the words surrender, I'm gripped by a sense of loss.
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Regards
Biswarup Mukherjee
http://cosmicrevelations.blogspot.in/
Thank you Biswarup! It was a treat going through your blog! Thanks for sharing the link here :)
DeleteWords, like the love you adore
ReplyDeletelike to play hard to get and make you implore
but the solution remains that you just ignore
and then they will come to you loving you more.
Don't they? Won't they? They will!!!
Words, like the love you adore
ReplyDeletelike to play hard to get and make you implore
but the solution always remains, that you ignore
and then they will come back loving you more.
Don't they? Won't they? They will!!!
:) Rest assured, they will always come to you, what with the power you wield over them!
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