Waiting for love in agony.
My love, fill my half-full soul,
Incomplete love isn't easy to hold!
I await your voice to flood my air,
like moonlight in its autumn flair.
Shine today and tell my love,
Far away is a longing soul.
Give me moon your complete shine,
Bliss, it would be, if you were fully mine.
Push the twinkling stars away!
They distract my love to you today!
Apologies for my irregular blogging, I have been writing sporadically but nothing was worth a blog post, And about this poem, I wrote it on a half-moon night in rural Haryana. Having lived all my life in cities, I have rarely had a chance to experience the magic of the waxing moon! Rural Haryana gave me that chance and so I wrote this half-baked poem in much haste...This post might probably serve as a pensieve(Harry Potter), some day in the future, i'd probably polish this thing up...
I'll leave you for some more half-polished poems..
Cut by shadow into half,
Delicate moon does a daily morph.
Whose heartless idea was this?
To show a lonely heart gone amiss?
To see him shadowed every night,
Is only rarely a pleasing sight.
Yet, he comes out every night,
Glowing for love, at majestic height.
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A housewife would readily want to say,
"Darling dear, get me that garlic piece up there!"
A schoolboy would then easily rate,
A used eraser of a stingy classmate!
To a Pediatric of the old school,
High Fever? there's a half paracetamol!
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Till next time! Take Care!Adios!
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