I’ll be waiting my friend, at the street corner pub. Waiting for happy hours to end. Waiting for the waiter to Take the last orders.
I’ll be waiting for My glass of wine to Concoct the image of you At my browned nicotined lips.
I’ll be waiting at the railway station for the Last suburban train That ferries worn out salesmen to middle aged wives and Bug-ridden beds.
I’ll be waiting in front of the mirror For wrinkles to appear At the corners of my eyes And dried up mouth.
I’ll wait at my sleepless balcony For a reddish orange dawn While you’ll sleep beside your Ragged, time-worn woman In your plush three-bedroom flat.
I’ll wait through the hackneyed years For a peaceful soundless death – That will merit a verbose obituary In the highest selling newspaper At some cost.
I’ll be waiting my dear friend In memory of that moment of truth When you and I were united In a cheap hotel room –
We were waiting, @Pallavi_Banerjee, for that telltale disclaimer of truth in your lines to confirm our hope that you have written all this in sarcasm. For how else will anyone wish for his own peaceful soundless death if not in that sense? We were indeed held clinging to the edges of our seats till the last lines, or till the last suburban train appeared at the crossroads.
@Pallavi_Banerjee This is not just poetry. You have held a mirror which if seen (read) will reflect the story of many lives. I have seen mine. Face looks a bit dull though I guess it is manageable.
@Pallavi_Banerjee this had to be! Having been with us since the start of our journey, you were bound to figure in the editorial favourites because you are indeed one of our finest poets and this poem is admirable especially for the simplicity of words compared to the intensity of feelings that are captured, a finesse only possible for an accomplished writer. We do miss reading more of your poems as it has been a long time since you wrote in to us, please do , we and our readers will look forward to your remarkable writing!
Eyes are stinging, like the lashes are thorns now Yawns like the roar of the jungle chief A half mug of cold black coffee besides me You have kept me from sleep, my beauty sleep The lids of my eyes
Lying in the dark, Waiting for the light. The sun never rose, And the days intertwine. The void that grows, Gets wider all the time, And I’m lying here, Waiting, waiting for you. You, You are my light, You are
Here we are as we sit and rejoice Singing in union for God one voice, Today the first if his son’s advent Voices of his children from heaven sent. Today we gather to share our gifts he gave Sharing in
Under the gaze of bald beliefs a warped dialect becomes a squeezer. Helplessly I watch the slashing of my wrists. Darkness burns, without light only intense heat. The expected miracle digs in around, in trenches of my knees. I become
Don’t know from where to start.. Lets leave my soul quite side apart.. I try to spread happiness on a face.. But i think i lost her in that race.. I never had a Good friend like her.. I never
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We were waiting, @Pallavi_Banerjee, for that telltale disclaimer of truth in your lines to confirm our hope that you have written all this in sarcasm. For how else will anyone wish for his own peaceful soundless death if not in that sense? We were indeed held clinging to the edges of our seats till the last lines, or till the last suburban train appeared at the crossroads.
sometimes the train appears…sometimes it misses schedule. But thanks for that thoughful relection 🙂
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thank you 🙂
What a refreshing piece!
@Pallavi_Banerjee
The images in your poem stay with the reader long after one is done reading the poem.
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Chandrama
@Pallavi_Banerjee This is not just poetry. You have held a mirror which if seen (read) will reflect the story of many lives. I have seen mine. Face looks a bit dull though I guess it is manageable.
Thanks for reading Meghdutam 🙂
@Pallavi_Banerjee My pleasure madam.
@Pallavi_Banerjee this had to be! Having been with us since the start of our journey, you were bound to figure in the editorial favourites because you are indeed one of our finest poets and this poem is admirable especially for the simplicity of words compared to the intensity of feelings that are captured, a finesse only possible for an accomplished writer. We do miss reading more of your poems as it has been a long time since you wrote in to us, please do , we and our readers will look forward to your remarkable writing!
Humbled. words have me at their mercy. Sometimes they just choose to avoid me. Nevertheless, wiill try to write more often. And thank you.
nice……………………
excellent write. imagery are so true. but very heart wrenching write, my voice choked.
A beautiful poem!