Something I scribbled down last night…meaningless though!
The trigger was a dead pigeon I found at the doorsteps upon my return back home.
I consider this a tribute to all those whom I lost along the way in some way or the other.
I titled it R.I.P as my full form of R.I.P is Return If Possible. 😦
I am well aware that nobody is going to come this way,
Yet this heart is secretly wishing the footsteps of a beloved one.
The wind makes the long lonely stretch a little dusty,
I wish to see a figure appear from behind as the dust settles down slowly.
The spring season has been playing hide and seek for quite a while,
But I believe it’s saving a season full of blooms for my dear one.
I know there’s no one to come this way yet I wait at the door,
Without knowing whom it is, I wait there expectantly.
Without promises to meet again, they all left,
But my heart still longs for their return.
I continue my regular wait at the doorway,
Waiting anxiously for them to return.
Unexpectedly, I hear someone’s footsteps outside the door,
How I wish this spring blooms fully
And whatever it brings along stays forever.
With this I run non-stop to the doorway with eager eyes
Only to find that someone who lost his way has come and is already gone.
All I wish for is a dear one to come back this way some day before its too late.