For quite a long span of time
I nurtured a thought- 'you would come',
And the barren vista of my psyche,
Stayed moistured and coloured with hope....
The pages of calendar and,
Themes of phone's display kept shifting.
The shadows of hope and fear,
Danced like a wild drunkard unknown to his aim,
And in the traffic jam of my mind,
One day I saw you moving far away,
Really far away beyond my reach.
So sudden was the shock that all collapsed!
You remained indeed a dream but I became free..