Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Euphoria.



Euphoria.


...same time,
probably a minute before nine,
i was holding my mug of wine.

Sitting in my balcony,
where darkness surrounded me,
only question repeated,"Where is she?"

I closed my eyes,
asking myself, "She didnt turn up!!! Why?"
stopped my breath and took a heavy sigh.

Suddenly heard someone talking light step,
young was girl yet carrying a heavy bag,
as every night she smiled, and i smiled back.

But whom i wanted to didnt turn up,
meanwhile got empty my mug,
heavy my heart was, with the chair i got struck .

I didnt try it anymore,
chilled breeze carried me to sea-shore,
as if i was in paradise, i didnt ask for more.

i was young again,
back were my days when i being so inane,
a guy so haughty having a big name n fame.

Very soon i found girl of my dreamzzz,
so beautiful she was and her look so alluring,
sweet were her voice and the song she was singing.

Song ended and she left the place soon,
only two left were blue me and white moon,
Waiting there for sometime, i came back home all alone.

Once again ended the same dream,
again saw some thing who meant so much to me, yet i havent seen,
hard i tried, but couldnt figure out what it actually mean?

same balcony,
same me,
missing "She".
-Prankul
23rd November, 2004









1 comment:

nishu said...

b'ful blog page yaar.
kash muzhe bhi manage karna aata