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The Empty Swing

I wait for her to come and play

Everyday…

I spread my arms to cover her from the sun

To watch her having fun…

I tell wind to gently pass and make no hustle for a while

So that she could smile…

I tell my leaves to moist the air

As she rolls down her hair…

I tell the grass to be gentle on her feet

As she climbs the swing and sit…

And as she sways swiftly underneath my shadow, her legs stretched facing the hill

I cautiously hold on to the ropes and keep vigil…

And when she asks “How are you?”, and plays me as her confidante

I just want to hold her in my arms; alas, I can’t…

Now she does not come to see her friend anymore, years have gone

I stand here alone…

I keep looking down the valley to hear the bell

She used to come riding her bicycle…

But, In my heart I know, I will see her again before I go

Though the cold bites harder now, when there is snow…

Let the seasons pass by, the fall and the winter, the summer and the spring

Till then, I will hold on to the empty swing…

 

 

 

 

The Empty Swing


...and wash my pains away

…and wash my pains away

She was asleep…when the cracking sound of thunder woke her up. She quickly got up, still trying to find out what it was. Then it announced its presence once again, this time with an even louder crack and an unmistakable flash of lightening that filled the room even through the narrow gap of the closed door. She had no doubt any more. “At last!!!”, she whispered to herself…and ran out into the open terrace as quickly as she could, almost stumbling while opening the door. And there it was…still away from the house…but it was approaching rapidly from all directions. It covered the horizon like a veil of white mist…nothing could be seen in the horizon anymore. “What took you so long?”, she asked in a tone of complaint. And it replied with a blazing flash, piercing across the dark columns of clouds above…and the endless reverberation of the thunder gradually fading away.

“Oh, I know…the same excuse again”, she smiled. Her wait was over. It was almost in her reach now. She gasped, taking a breath, and ran to the edge of the terrace, almost not able to hold herself back. “I’ve been waiting so long…”, she told, “not any more”. She could feel the surrounding changing, moist engulfing the dry and dusty air, quenching the thirst of the arid land. “I’ve suffered so much…”, she could now barely utter the words, her voice almost chocked in emotion. “…so much pain…”, tears rolled down her cheek. She closed her eyes.

And then the first droplet of water touched her gently in the forehead, and then another one splashed on her eyelid, and then another one on her lips…and then another…”Come…take me in your embrace”, she said, spreading her arms across. “Come to me…and wash my pains away…”, she murmured one last time…and then…it started…

P.S. This work is dedicate to my dearest of friends, Tinni. Thank you so much for supporting me, standing by me like nobody did and being my inspiration!!

Rain On Me


There’s a ocean’s difference between us…but why can’t I still let you go?

There’s a ocean’s difference between us…but why can’t I still let you go?

A very happy valentine’s day to all my friends and followers !! Its has been quite some time now on this amazing world of sharing thoughts and ideas, and I love it 🙂 It was fabulous to receive so many fascinating responses and support from all the electric people around here. Thank you all !! So, this time I thought of sharing something much much closer to all our hearts (specially, the lonely ones :p ). Hope you will enjoy this work. Wish you all the best in the quest for finding the true love of your life.

Never Let Me Go