• amalendu 15w

    of wait and destiny

    Now a days
    She does not come running
    to tell all that
    what she normally does not mean.

    Evening falls
    neither she comes
    nor any of her messages.

    Now,
    when she is not there
    the meaningless words
    she uttered several times before
    start taking shape
    on the walls,
    on paper,
    in thought.

    Those words become lyrics
    and start humming
    in the wind
    sometime they fall like rain
    some other time
    like poetry

    In a deep corner of thought
    wishes start sprouting
    night falls
    neither she comes
    nor any of her messages.

    ©amalendu