Along the water's edge, at a forlorn curve
I stood watching the nightfall
I could plainly see the waves gleaming
In the evening's soft moonlight
I stood watching the nightfall
I could plainly see the waves gleaming
In the evening's soft moonlight
I was alone and thought of someone
Who would hold my hand and stroll along the coastline,
About someone who would bestow an amity
To my stances and outlooks
Quite a while later on, someone poked my shoulder
And whispered 'I am here'
Was that an enchanting delusion? Or a delightful reverie?
Or a realisation of my longing?
She made everything magnificent for me
She was as prized to me as sunshine is to flowers
She was one of the candid comrades,
Who wouldn't come around often
She made the daylight in understanding,
Out of shadows and confusion of thoughts
Flowers sprung up when we walked in unison
And I found the garden of my life full of such blossoms
I named that rapport as 'friendship'
She made a difference in my life that no one else could
Her concern, her benevolence, her fondness without end,
Made me stuck-up and very content to call her my 'Special Friend'
Out of the blue, she walked back leaving me alone
I was dazed and crestfallen at her manner
I thought of the cause which made her do that
But barely could I hit upon any
I was dazed and crestfallen at her manner
I thought of the cause which made her do that
But barely could I hit upon any
I was so tender and gracious to her
But she walked off even without looking back at me
Her comportment made me hopelessness
And no one was there to soothe me
At this time, when I tot up my blessings
My thoughts fit in to her
The way she beamed and chuckled
Times she've pulled me all the way through
Reminiscences of times we shared
They seal and close up my lonesome days
Reflections of a special heart
That never dies away
All these treasures in my heart,
They converse of her in the present day
Tell her of the thankfulness and gratitude
In a kind and gentle way
They converse of her in the present day
Tell her of the thankfulness and gratitude
In a kind and gentle way
Evermore I will wear this smile
That shows upon my facade
The fabric woven in our life
Is of precious gold and lace.
That shows upon my facade
The fabric woven in our life
Is of precious gold and lace.
Though she walked off without caring me,
Our friendship is always there to stay…..
1 comment:
beautiful poem ..this reminds me of shankar mahadevans breathless song
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