December 22, 2010

Longings

In the hustle bustle of life
At the end of that lane
In the darkness
An abandoned kite
I search for you…

A daughter’s parting from her nest,
baby yearning for mother’s embrace,
I long for you…

And Then...

In the rustle of leaves,
In the chirping birds,
In the melody of a folk,
In the innocent laughter of a kid,
In the sound of silence,
I hear you…

In that moonlit cold night
Besides that blue lake
In the cool breeze
In a cozy sweet home
I would find you…

And then like those
Roadside tall and handsome trees
You will always walk with me hand in hand,

And
I close my eyes
To feel you and
Filled by you.

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