Monday, May 21, 2012

Waiting

The blank page
Waits for words
To fill its emptiness,
The bare blue sky
Will not mind
Even barren clouds,
The white wall
Wails for
A child's scrawl,
The lonely aadi wind
Knocks on doors, windows
Crying to be let in,
Dreams stand orphaned
In every street
Of the sleepless city.

2 comments:

Balachandran V said...

And hearts wither, crack,
Split open
In this season of drought,
As barren clouds, loveless, hang in the sky.

Prabhakar said...

Hi, nice to see you.