Tuesday, July 31, 2012

I am the Sunrise of your Sunset


Waiting for you is like an eternity
Of watching the eastern sky glow
With the expectancy of sunrise..

The fragrance of musk lingering in every inch of you..
And then losing out to tears that establish
That hope is like a chair
That you turn towards the sun or away..

© 2012 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

7 comments:

AmitAag said...

A fabulous poem, Maitreyee..the concluding lines are stunning!

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury said...

Thanks Amit ..yeah many people have told me about those last 2 lines :)

Ranita Sinha said...

Deep meaning and powerful lines..very nice..

Sabyasachi Patra | Tales from Wild India said...

I used to think "hope is eternal".

You say hope is like a chair. May be its a revolving chair. At times it allows you to sit and at times when it is turned away, you need to do your bit to get your hope back on track again.

alka narula said...

wonderful ...loved the flow in words

Bhargav said...

The fragrance of musk lingering in every inch of you..

says thousand emotions... speaks loud the agony...

awesome..

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury said...

Sabyasachi..Hope is what you make of it..just like God I think :) Ranita, Alka, Bhargav..thanks so much for your kind comments.