fifty odd days...

fifty odd days,you granted me-
a mirage of hope...

eagerly awaiting your arrival-
with bated breath
and heartful of love
welling to be let open.
anxious eyes,ever falling
across the open doors
along the caving roads.
the bitter-sweet long wait,
painful a pleasure,
waiting,in anticipation
the home-coming of yours
filling me up with hopes anew
for living life,once again
with you...

fifty odd days,you granted me-
a mirage of hope...

fresh as a breeze,i felt you in me
all smiles, tender yet wild
hunting for the right words
fidgeting with the fingers,long
trying to hold the gaze
we sat,eternity in bloom
silent,trying to savour the moment
when it finally dawned in.
a cautious smile,eyes twinkling
letting go of inhibitions and walls
we eased into the frame deepset
smiles and giggles a many
loving and living together,
like the first time ever!

fifty odd days,you granted me-
a mirage of hope...

and tonight,as i count the days
for you to go back,days few
i find a lump in my throat
thinking of bidding you goodbye
the distance and the time
may sudbue our passion,
but can never kill our love.
standing at the doorsteps,
waving you goodbye,
raising on my toes,a final kiss
smiling eyes,holding you close
uttering notes of concern
tears threatening to sting our eyes,
and yet we adorn our smiling facade.

fifty odd days,you granted me-
a mirage of hope...

and i still have the invisible threads linking us,
in our souls,the million hopes pouring vigour,
waiting to be strung,the beads of our love
once again- counting days, once again...

fifty odd days,you granted me-
and now,hoping for more,a new mirage to live for,until you return...