A sweat lined day,
Melts and flows by,
On a slow evening,
A journey begins.
On foot, and a mile,
Roads filled with sounds,
Of a city turning back,
A bus meanders.
As a phone calls,
Unknown face of a voice,
One wonders, and walks,
An auto agrees.
A few minutes more,
Of hesitant talk,
Symmetry in red stone,
A head turns.
Steps which draw close,
Hands meet to shake,
Twinkling eyes, mischief?
A coffee brews.
A cool room with people,
Red chairs for two,
Tall glasses condense air,
A smile breaks.
Talk, as never spoken to,
Weave with words,
A person, within,
The smile stays.
Silent storms beckon,
Drops of first rain,
To fall, and break free,
The journey renews.
and i hope that smile stays with you :)
ReplyDelete@grafx: Smiles have a way of evaporating the minute I turn my back.
ReplyDeletewonderful ... loved this bit specially ... As a phone calls,
ReplyDeleteUnknown face of a voice,
One wonders, and walks,
An auto agrees.
Just remembered that you stay in Delhi. Please try and come for the Bloggers' Meet on Saturday. Check my blog for details. :)
ReplyDelete"A sweat-lined day" is a great way to begin a poem. Liked reading this one. Had stopped by to invite you to the meet, but stayed to read!
ReplyDeleteWell you couldve just looked in the mirror...n met your smile! :)
ReplyDeleteWish ya lots more!
Take care
hey, you can't smile all the time, but remember this one thenext time you're not. *hugs*
ReplyDelete@river: Thanks you for the invit - but I simply could not escape the boss this Saturday. Nice to have you drop in.
ReplyDelete@mirage: :D Ah! But this one is different. Hope you are doing well.
@sonia: You are back!!!! *hugs*
ur poetry is beautiful!
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