July 06, 2010

The Parting

The drops fall slowly in their silence;

Broken only by their meet on my roof.

I stand by my window seeing their dance,

With them; but aloof.

She walks in the night, ever so slowly;

Her steps are serene and calm;

Her lips tremble, maybe my name;

I wished I could hold her arm.

The drops of rain, cleanses my soul;

The rains wash away my fears.

I stare at the emptiness within,

My eyes know no more tears.

All good things must come to an end;

Perhaps none liked our bliss.

Under the setting sun of gloom;

We had kissed the last kiss.

I wish the night stood for once still,

As my tired eyes watch her sleep.

For tomorrow with the rising sun;

Only memories are mine to keep.


SS said...

Good, good. But you are always being a hopeless romantic...wake up, let's get back to socialist realism :)

Madhurjya (Banjo) said...

@ Soumya - let poetry not resemble life at time :) Would rather be a hopeless romantic.

debalina said...

just too good....vishon vlo lekha..