At my doorstep

At my doorstep short poem

I stand at my doorstep,

Eyes straining on the very path you walked by…

I wait to hear those footsteps retreating,

back to me, you in my arms again…

I shut the door, sighing.

I then hear a soft knock; my heart skips a beat…

I open the door; think it’s you, wanting me back…

Alas! It was just a trick my mind played on me.

I stand there again, at my doorstep,

Wind howling in the emptiness of my heart

while I shed a silent embarrassed tear…

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I am an ordinary girl with extraordinary dreams. A self taught artist who seeks freedom of expression through art,crafts and words. Bold and unassuming with the ideas and technique,I derive inspiration from a childlike point of view of things around myself. I write and paint in the absence of hesitation brought by non adherence to social logic and influenced debates.I write about my trysts with pain,love,joy,freedom and the journey of it all. My relationship with poetry is at its charming beginning, a quest with thrilling ups and downs. And my experience with writing is like Robert Frost rightly quoted,‘Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.’
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Longing…from word, to thought, to poem!
You have done complete justice to the transition.
Every soul who has experienced this longing will resonate with your words.

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