Anticipation Poem by swatee sripada

My thoughts fumble the empty lands of voices
For your sweet nothings and sweeter feelings
Years retrograde pulling out the buried memories
Cold breeze call back the soft first touch of yours
As if a love trodden bee perching on rosy lips
Uninvited and unexpected trespassing,
Of shy smiles of introduction and silent looks of
Arrows that went through the very existence,
And to do or not to do Hamlet confusion of life
Every reliving anecdote knocking and tapping
Sleeping delicacy and inviting wetness of soul
Each and every living wisp of life lingers around you
Most of the time living in your life but not mine
I can not go back into past and you can't come forth
Stretching your wide spread soul as you did once
The unseen wall of life between you and me
Washes away every dream dragging
And throwing me down in to this hellish anguish
Why do I wait and what for my anticipation
No one has a reply to cuddle me
Except a cruel laugh to call me
A crazy head strong mad head
The tears that subsided behind the eyelids
Talk of the unspoken fragility of mine
Limp mind that can not accept any thought
Dumbly reflect the listlessness of my loss
But a vague and veiled feeling touches my soul
And says, 'Anticipate, he will be there for you.'