Bemused
This poem is for DM and the elusive games that love has played with him for a long time. Initially i thought of waiting till he actually said sorry! But now seeing him so mellow and ready to keep Santu happy, i shall give the poem to DM.
meander softly down the glass panes,
A whisper from yesterday floats past his ear,
Was it just yesterday? But hasn't she gone?
He stood at the window, craving for yesterday
to creep from the shadows out into the sunlight,
A chime from an anklet finds his ear,
Is that today? Who is she?
He stood at the window, hoping for today
to dance from his dreams out into the rain,
A smile reluctantly tugs at his lips,
Is that now? Is it her?
He stands at the window, waiting for now,
She walks into his heart with measured steps,
A soft kiss brushes his forehead,
It's her! It's now!
He stands at the window, in the hinterland,
She wraps herself around his heart,
If yesterday is history, and now a dream,
Why did he seek to blend now with yesterday?
HE stands at the window; SHE stands with him, NOW!
