Thought our paths would cross
The day I saw you taking a walk.
I kept looking, to catch a glimpse of you
you walking at the farthest end.
What should I do?
To catch your attention.
Started to hum
loud enough for you to turn.
You kept walking
the pace didn't slacken
What should I do?
To catch your attention.
At the sight of a tiny mice.
I faked a scream of fright.
Did you stop at all;
To save this maid???
Gazing at your back,
Wishing for long strides
Tiny steps I took
which fit snugly in yours..
I can spend a life time,
Watching you walk.
Reading your foot prints
Deep and strong.
Yet wish to see your face
Are you real or am I awake?
Wish I could stop the wind;
And make your foot prints stay.
Yay! Viji's back!
ReplyDeleteLove your poem! (So you do take morning walks, eh?!?) ;)
And here's my little attempt at extending it:
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I place my feet upon the prints
Etched on earth by yours and their sprint;
I close my eyes to enter a trance,
Now in your arms at a ball-room dance...
A cold hand's touch wakes me in shiver...
I turn around, pink - it's you I'm near!
I feel an arrow from Cupid's quiver;
My eyes bat the words "I love you my dear!"
hey shiv... my pleasure that you left a comment here... honestly your poem is better than mine I should say :)
ReplyDeleteWillfully I !left it incomplete.. and you are so sweet that you gave a beautiful ending to it :) sweet sweet lines :) loved it..loved it!!
This is nicely done Viji. Welcome back! And, keep such nice poems coming!!!
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ReplyDeletefunny nice sis...
thank you lovely rina :) thanks for bearing with me and being with me...
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