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The door

The door

A Poem by Somnath
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Will she open the door? Wait! Is she coming ?

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Do you realise it is still me who’s knocking at your door?
Well, I do it everyday and where are you? I want to know.
I climbed up the stairs just for you
Sweating,panting some water please
You there?

I am knocking at the door.
No key-hole or an eye hole;
So that I can peek into your heart…
There has to be one; I just need to find it out.


That feeling before knocking at the door.
It hasn't changed you know
The heart beats at the speed of sound.
The anxiety smeared with love is worse than dying.

I am knocking at your door are you coming?
I wonder how you are gonna turn up.
Smiling,dressed up like a princess, expecting me
Or is it a grumpy face? Messy hair, as if I woke you up from sleep.

My corroded imagination.It makes me smile inwardly
Ok now, am leaving you with the bouquet…
The past has seen me doing this time and again
And all of them have dried up,seems like nobody caressed them..naturally


You will realise that I knock at your door everyday.
You will open the door and these flowers will be reanimated, smiling, still no match to yours.
Then you are going to find me.I leave with you a blank sheet..
Write what you feel and I'll pick it up the next day….


This sheet is going to turn pale and my love won't.
I’ll keep on knocking at your door everyday as I did it in my last birth…
I have to go today, haven't had my breakfast.
Wait! is that the sound of your footsteps?






© 2017 Somnath


Author's Note

Somnath
Mark the grammatical errors, comment on the thought

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God, this is beautiful. Stunning. You literally caught me speechless, and trust me, I am usually far from it. I could feel your presence at her door, something I have done multiple times myself, only to find no one answer. The descriptions were accurate, and the pain and anxiety expressed in this poem gave me chills, as well as the mere bit of hope you hinted at, at the very end when you say "wait is that the sound of your footsteps". Sorry this is so long, but this is just amazing.


Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Somnath

7 Years Ago

Thanks a lot. Your review was so encouraging. I am a newbie in the writing world and comments like t.. read more



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God, this is beautiful. Stunning. You literally caught me speechless, and trust me, I am usually far from it. I could feel your presence at her door, something I have done multiple times myself, only to find no one answer. The descriptions were accurate, and the pain and anxiety expressed in this poem gave me chills, as well as the mere bit of hope you hinted at, at the very end when you say "wait is that the sound of your footsteps". Sorry this is so long, but this is just amazing.


Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Somnath

7 Years Ago

Thanks a lot. Your review was so encouraging. I am a newbie in the writing world and comments like t.. read more

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Somnath
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Kolkata, Hinduism , India



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