Tuesday, 20 April 2010

Waiting for you to speak up,or Let me explain you what it was

With dreaming stars, with glittering moon,
The night had more to speak than I thought.
I was waiting for you to speak up, or let me explain what it was.

I was awake the whole night, seated beside the door.
With the noise of the roaring winds,
And watching the jumping tides.

I was waiting to tell you what went wrong.
Either it was dream or truth, but it was gone.
I waited until the morning,still wanting for you to step out,
Not knowing that you had slept in anger, leaving me alone for rest of my life.

I am still waiting beside the same door,
Wanting you to come Out of the grave.
Waiting for you to speak up,or
Let me explain you what it was.
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