22 December 2017

The Stormy Night

That one stormy night,
when I saw your bright eyes,
my life was never the same,
call it a whim, a fancy or give it any name.

You were lost in the rain,
drenched with past's pain.
We made our way out,
from that stormy night,
but, my life was never the same,
call it a whim, a fancy or give it any name.

                                                                               I wait for you,
                                                                               my eternal sunshine,
                                                                               like a leaf,
                                                                               that waits for the morning dew,
                                                                               and glisten in its hue.


18 comments:

  1. I like the repetition of last line in stanzas 1 and 2..... for me, a poem about possibilities.

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  2. that waits for the morning dew,
    to touch and glisten the leaf in its hue.

    The waiting game for a loved one is tolerated for whatever length of time. Very true Vandana!

    Hank

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  3. "I wait for you, my eternal sunshine".....so lovely, Vandana!

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  4. Love that patience... waiting like that leaf...lovely

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  5. Rain storms can be very conducive to romance.

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  6. To see hope through the storm, and to know that there is someone who will bring the sunshine... that's what hope and wonder are made up.

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  7. drenched in pain... that is vivid...

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  8. Hold on, little leaf! The sun will shine when it must...

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  9. It is the waiting that can be so melancholic and yet beautiful at times. :-)
    -HA

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  10. How manmy faces do we see in our lifetime that sets us thinking what if? Sadly we will never know as we never have that chance again to say hello.

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  11. I love re-readings. I enjoy seeing the things we noticed after time has done a bit of dancing. This time around, I love the effect of the repetition--we know this speaker will wait and wait and wait... until the storm does what it must, and the morning sun bring what is good and wanted.

    And the last stanza is just beautiful.

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  12. This is beyond beautiful!!

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  13. This is sooo nice, it reads nice, a little lyrical, and for sure this fits us. Mrs. Jim rescued me from the storms, of life. I had needed rescuing several times before, but this one stayed, almost 46 years now. Thank you, Vandana.
    ..

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  14. The rhymes in this poem are so pretty.

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  15. Beautiful, especially your closing stanza.

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  16. I love the patience and the hope in this.

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  17. Longing and pathos, crafted in tight rhymes and inspired repetitions! Great write! :)

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