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Wait!

Twisiting the gold chain
I lay, waiting for you
Tuning my tiny brain -
to a glimpse of grey and blue

Are your feelings same as mine?
Neither able to wine nor dine
Do you ponder over - what to do ?
If "yes", Drop a simple clue.

Amidst the striking light, high up there
Smiling face is what you wear
Slowly bringing up signs of roars
Promising your way - down here, for sure

Was it the sight of a Withering flower
That spelled you into a beautiful shower?
Indeed I accept, you do hear
Our deep prayers forever and ever

May you come a zillion times
Each visit, remain fresh as lime
Soothing calmness - divine crime
Clings on for a lasting lifetime.

Comments

Sahana Rao said…
Aha! That is a beautiful poem.
Who is the lucky person? ;)
Irfanuddin said…
beautifully penned thoughts.....wish the person at the other end also has the same feeling.....

irfan
Sum said…
Beautiful poem.... Nice rhyming words.... If i'm not wrong, isn't it about the rains you've written??
R. Ramesh said…
u r very encouraging..thanks a tonne buddy:)
@Spicy Sweet: Thank you! Lucky me it is:)

@Irfan : Thanks for the encouraging words.

@Sum: Googly! you've caught it right.. Rains indeed the lucky person. :)

@Ramesh : Thank you so much!
Rachna said…
Wow, how warm and lovely :).
@ Rachana and Mishi: Thank you!
chitra said…
this is such a lovely poem.
@Chitra: & @sunbyanyname: Thank you so much!
anatreek said…
Its raining outside..I guess it heard ur poem :)
Hemant said…
Awesomely written
Beautifully crafted
Each line can be visualized....
A gr88 piece of art
Anonymous said…
drop a simple clue! how we wish this when in love.....that anxiety 24x7! :) very well penned ashwini :)

~Chintan
Beautiful. Very well written
Anonymous said…
Very nice poetry....keep on writing.
Priyanka said…
Lime isn't fresh and juicy all the time..so beware!

:)

Nice post!
:)

Do have a look at my blog too..I write poetry too..!
cheers
www.priyankazneverland.blogspot.com
@Ana_treek: Wow! magical... Thanks!

@Hemant: Welcome to my space and thank you so much for taking your time and reading..

@Chintan: Wish!;) Thanks!

@Ashwini & @Tusker @Merrymusing @Priyanka @Sawan: Welcome to Unveil the other side. You guys have a lovely blogs too.. Will visit more and drop comments on the stuff I'd read. It might take a while though. Thanks for stopping by and am glad you guys like these lines.
@Rajendra Raikwar: Thank you very much for liking it.

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