Sounds of Footsteps

29.9.9
Sounds of Footsteps

I hear footsteps at my door …
I wait…
I pray…
But no one comes in.

Two pairs of shoes
Slip inside the room
Forget to bolt the door
A touch shivers my body
I turn back
Thinking my prayers are heard at last
But – What! No one
Was it a dream then?

Again
The sounds of footsteps I hear
I fear…
Two pairs of shoes
Slip inside the room
Only to vanish again somewhere
I open my eyes with a sigh
But I don’t bolt the door…

I wait…
I pray…
They come
And go
But…
Still I hope
I believe
In the sounds of footsteps.

Comments

Mr Happy said…

after a while u wrote a poem and that too a gud one,ur believing is everything!!!

October 6, 2009 at 1:25 AM

@ngel ~ said…

llolzz..!! hmm thank you for understanding me !!!

October 6, 2009 at 1:55 AM

Esc

Red-green-yellow. Lights. Lights off. Silence. The night and owl stories. Lust. Loneliness. He called up. Late in the night and remained silent until he could sleep. She listened to his silence and the monster who wanted to drink blood, not rain. He was not in love. He was honest enough to tell her. She was happy to read him, blindly. The script was being written. She read many... many more.... At times, she prayed to be saved. At times, she got tangled. Then he held her hand, showed her love... She searched for keys. Hastily. Gasping. Pressing. Backspace. DEL. Esc.

P.S. - Something Unspoken

Hey Vish how are you? I am great darling . How about you? I am good. What’s up? Nothing . I was just having a little booze party with my best friend. Who? Shanky? Yeah ! Who else could be? Wao ! What’s wao in this? No , I mean its good you are with Shanky. Now you will introduce me to him. Right! Shut up! Please Vish … let me once speak to him.. I like him. Why ? What have you seen in him ? Nothing , just his name is nice and I think he would not be lunatic like you… What? Lunatic ! Oh ! Great… listen Jeanie don’t take his name otherwise … What otherwise? Common you are a friend and you behave as if I am your girlfriend. … ok Fine! Go … talk to him. No… leave it now! ( After a brief pause) Jeanie! Yeah! ……… ( A long silence creeps in) Say Vish! Nothing. Vish! I want to tell you something. I made a blunder. What Jeanie? Vish … I got involved in s** with somebody …. Someone who is married… ohh… but not physically it was something … mental s**… I don’t know how to explain everything.. You

when colors speak...

It is so real, isn't it? I loved the colors... Woods are calling me.... A silence... A path... A spiritual feeling... drowning in Orange effect - Vincent Van Gogh

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