Waiting

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Jul 252012
 

The song I came to sing

Remains unsung to this day

I have waited so long for the right time

To find voice for the words

That would give my soul release

 

I have waited for him

The bringer of dreams; the finisher of starts

To come knocking at my door

To bring his light into my void

And lend voice to my words

 

I have waited

And still I am waiting

Waiting for him

To find his way to me

Surely, he would come to me

 

Yet a thought lends itself speech

In the deep recesses of my mind

Saying,

“Wiser be He who searches

Than He who waits.”

 

-  Inspired by Tagore.

 

P.S.:  I am not so good with this sort of thing cos I rarely write poems. Would therefore love to your corrections and criticisms. Thanks.

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  17 Responses to “Waiting”

  1. My my, this is lovely !!! Simple, guiless, poignant, passionate. I really like this, do another one already!

  2. I love this. Well written

  3. Well, not bad for a start. I feel it is bland; like you just scratched the surface of what you really wanted to express or you had an idea and didn’t work it enough. The expression ‘deep recesses of my mind’ is a cliche now, if you ask me, especially because this is poetry and imagery means a lot in poetry.

    Well done.

  4. It is not outstanding.

  5. Unheard song is sweeter than heard ones….

    From here, “In the deep recesses of my mind” exhumes
    all art and especially poetry. Since you’ve been here, hang
    in there and see the marvel of a poet to evolve in you.

  6. Good poetry.Keep it up.

  7. Simple, I like…but then I don’t know much about poetry :D . Well, I didn’t see any gross ‘errors’…and the meaning of the poem appears very straight-forward, perhaps too obvious considering that this is, ‘poetry’ after all.

  8. Sounded like what we all go through.

    Nice try!

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