Image symbolic only
empty road
shimmering gravel
floating clouds
few drops of rain
sudden flight of birds
lapping of waves…
all rolled into a huge ball
of silence piercing through
the folds of darkness.
yonder glimpses of
street light
dimming the quiet
searing through darkness
breaks on my red dress.
as I sit by
the window
so still and tearful
the red dress shimmers
in a splash of colour
on my little frame
helpless and quiet.
lights no longer
brighten the night
as I nervously look
for answers
on my dress which
in a myriad of colours
is lost on me.
I sit by
the window
waiting for the
night to take flight
and let me have
my red dress.
as time stands still
night is long
wait is weary
mind is dull
body tired
life mocks at me
through the
splash of colours
on my dress.
mind shrieks
body pushes
rain splashes…
move, they say.
time stands still
I can’t move
as I sit
by the window
waiting for
my red dress
sitting again
on my little frame.
I was not a writer
👍 very nice
Didn’t know you write
Thanks! Have been writing for a long time. Never made it formal though. 🙂
Intriguing….Anything I type isn’t good enough to convey how awesome a writer are you, MoniDi. This is so deep and breathtaking all at the same time.
Beautiful poem.
Thank you so much Munmun. I so much appreciate your kind words. Coming from a top blogger is indeed such a compliment. The lockdown seems to have done some good. My reading and writing are getting their rhythm back.
Wow you write so well I didn’t know that. Very sensitive writing. Hope You will publish
Thank you, Sumitra. Taking time out to read through. I am obliged.
Purobi you write really well, I love reading your poems. You have so many hidden talents. Love.
Thanks Kumkum. I really appreciate your having read the poems.