Saturday, May 23, 2009

I will wait... forever




When clouds begin to gather
yarns of night from the rainforest;
when the wind roams drunk
at the promise of a wet storm;
when mountains wake up
even closer to my window;
when it has rained all night
and the moon is too drenched to walk home;
when the trees by the Lake
paint their nails pale and pink;
and when all of my life’s decision have been taken
in black and white ink…
…..there still remains a drive up the mountains,
a fight over a pastry,
seventeen hundred and seven songs,
and one sleep on your shoulder
Awaited….
forever.




Paintings courtesy: 1. In The Pink, courtesy http://www.ldianejohnson.com/

2. The Palma Collection; Getty Images




1 comment:

  1. Dear Balpreet
    My desire of a poem was so much fulfilled in the individual lines that i would like to avoid commenting upon the poem itself. This is truly a love-poem. You may say why the other ones are not but this time the sheer innocence of images got hold of me.
    sunil

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