do I hear footsteps
clad in snow
and frost and hail
windows
guide me to your scent
that not so long ago lingered against my lips
but now, a distant memory
wrapped in a velvet scarf
I have so longingly preserved
will it be worth the wait
why have you been always so late
pleasure and pain, the conjoined twins
am I waging alone this battle of love and hate
This poem is shared with The Mag.
beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much :-)
DeleteWill it be worth the wait? Only one can answer that--YOU!
ReplyDeleteFor one who is always "so late",,,WHY?...The answer to that is often not one I'd enjoy hearing
Life does not have to be equal parts pleasure and pain, in fact for me, neither equates happiness--grin!
Waging battle of love and hate--alone?
While waiting and waging, find another to be with, and then not alone...maybe forget the first war.
These responses are for ME, not for you, Amrit.
Each to his own search for happiness, which for me is usually found in service.
Sounds goody-goody, I know, but truth is truth.
Anyway, poetry is frequently not written from reality, but often from the dream...as I suppose yours comes
You write very well, but you MUST know that..
I think you having FUN...like ME!
It is called LIVING with JOY!
PEACE and LIGHT, Amrit.
We would never know, unless we wait, isn't that so Steve? :-)
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ReplyDeleteThanks BiYaGo :-)
DeleteIt is such a torture to be accorded a treatment not reciprocated with similar feelings. Sometimes there might be trivial reasons but still people find it so easy to do so! Nicely Amrit!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thanks Hank :-)
DeleteHow you manage to put your feelings into such words is beyond me...
ReplyDeleteJust happened by chance :-p
DeleteLovely... n serene ... as always :)
ReplyDeleteThanks buddy :-)
DeleteAh the scent left on the scarf left behind...scent is memory isn't it?
ReplyDeleteTrue Keith :-)
Deleteshort and beautifulllllllll!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much :-)
DeleteOh yes, anything worth having, is so worth the wait!
ReplyDeleteYou are right, Karen :-)
DeleteVery beautiful...very well worded...loved it!
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With such yearning and memories always in heart, how can the wait be lonely...Beautifully done Amrit!!
ReplyDeleteThank You Reshma :-)
DeleteBut ... I have been busy, honey ... smiles ... will be home soon ... promise ... date?
ReplyDeleteOf course :-)
DeleteLovely...pain and pleasure always live together...
ReplyDeleteVery true :-)
DeleteWow, just beautiful Mr. Sinha. You have magic with your words :)
ReplyDeleteI especially loved this line, "pleasure and pain, the conjoined twins", in life everything co-exists with each other and cannot exist without that contrast :)
Thanks my friend :-)
DeletePoignant and peaceful at the same time. Brilliant use of words and emotions :)
ReplyDeleteThank You Soumya :-)
DeleteAbsolutely lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jyotsna :-)
DeleteThe conjoined twins ... our curse. I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteI hate to wait for those who are late! But then, sometimes it's worth it! Cheers!
ReplyDeleteYes, sometimes it is worth the wait :-)
DeleteTruly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYes,pain and pleasure are conjoined twins.Nice.
ReplyDeleteThank You :-)
DeletePoignant!
ReplyDeleteThose longings and a desperate wait!
Such charming poetry! I especially love the first part!
ReplyDeleteThank You Momina :-)
DeleteI especially liked this line:
ReplyDeletebut now, a distant memory
wrapped in a velvet scarf
Well done.
Thanks Sue :-)
DeleteA fine line between love and hate...nicely done...
ReplyDeleteThank You Tess :-)
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