.....I AM WAITING...

.....I AM WAITING...

The air that moves with waves is called wind
When ripples churn to disturb the peace of mind
The soul shivers, threatened with violation in any form
We call it tempest friends, some call it storm...

You are unpredictable, Monalisa, your face a mystery
Your smile is an enigma for ever you are the pages of history
I have throbbed with your heart my love, I have seen you in my eyes
I have drunk your tears with jest
I have sipped your damp good byes

I have kissed your assurances
All your wishes have haunted me
I have loved you so dear
You will come to me one day to see
I am waiting
Till I see you knock my door
I have my senses all alert
To welcome you enter my floor..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA