Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi


Saturday, April 16, 2011

City Lights

The city lights have gone off,
Roads are deserted,
Stars have slept under the black silence,
I stand here, looking through my half open window,
Sleepless, restless.
My long loose white robe flies in the breeze,
It uncovers my hidden fear of solitude,
The hustle of the city has died down,
People are sleeping behind the comfort of their closed doors,
But I am here, staring at the nothingness,
Trying not to feel miserable without you,
Wondering where you might be now,
Are you even thinking of me?
I don’t know, but you are missed!

4 comments:

Red Handed said...

The feeling of missing someone is the ugliest of all the emotions one can have.

Noone even poets have measured or cud measure, how much a heart can hold.

Loved the post.

Sukanya said...

true...the feeling of being miserable without someone is the wrost thing...specially when u dont even know if you are at least an option in that person's life :)

Red Handed said...

Btw return the sntiment my girl...shower some comments on my joke f a blog.

Sukanya said...

am following it...:) glad to know u gurl... keep writing,ur good at it!