for one more Minute

She has been waiting a whole hour to get there. Those secrets unable to travel the distance, waiting and staring at oblivion. All she wants is that one minute with him. So close, so near.

When their shadows will overlap.
When they are two souls in one.
When she can whisper into him, how she yearns to unite.

I saw them that night; So near, yet so far. With secrets untold, and hands that never met. Like lovers from epics, like dreams that feared dawn; they remained distant. Forever frozen with fear.




6 comments:

brute 8:39 PM  

hey... cool n profound post... :)

Nivedhitha 11:59 PM  

thanks brute!

Ganesh 9:18 PM  

This is a real good piece of work. Do you also write in Tamil?

Nivedhitha 12:19 AM  

@ Ganesh

Thank u. Yes i do, the link is right there, on the page. :)

aditya 5:28 AM  

The minute approaches
When she moves in
Above him.
They seem united
In my eyes,
My eyes,
A casual onlooker.
He feels her
Above him,
So near,
That he can feel her
But she is too far away
Too far away to touch.
Another minute passes,
They depart
Forlone lovers
Ill fated partners
Joined at the hip,
Never to touch
Just to meet,
A minute an hour.

aditya 11:58 AM  

Borrowed and made my own...
For just one minute, thanks
Aditya

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