Who is he?A Poem by The DreamerIt was a moody day; The kind that makes me wish I was away. As day approached dusk, I sat by my window, lusk. Watching the crimson hues of sunset, My mind wandering elsewhere - in unrest.
All my scattered thoughts snapped into one On seeing below, a shadow, of someone. Long legs - clad in worn out denim, Faded shirt - framing broad shoulders - on him. His tousled hair - dark as the night, Eyes that seemed to shine, in the fading light. Head hung so low, As though, life dealt him a blow. Outlined in dimming light, like a phantom. 'Who is he?' - I couldn’t fathom. He vanished in the dark, around the corner. 'Who is he?' - this stranger who looks like a loner.
Watching the sun set, has become a ritual, daily. As curiosity became obsession, slowly. I wait for the sun to go down, everyday; To see him pass by my way. Its pulling me in - this myst'ry, Gently laying me, in sweet misery. Always the same, always a loner; I sadly wonder - is he a distressed lover? I dream, that he is mine, Looking at me, with a love so fine. 'Who is he?' - I long to know, I sigh, Longing suppressed, with a glimpse -for now- from up high.
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7 Reviews Added on December 15, 2012 Last Updated on March 13, 2013 AuthorThe DreamerIndiaAboutHey - I am Nisha . I love to dream when I am awake, sadly I don't dream much when I sleep - maybe i drain all my resources before I go to bed... Writing is like a release for me, a source o.. more..Writing
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