I am waiting for some one special
You just messaged me you are coming
And asked me to wait...
I have not seen you
I don't know how you look like
But my eyes searching you
I know you are just a distance away
I feel you are somewhere nearby
Just a feeling you are nearing me
I can feel my heart beats,
beating fast.
And could feel a chilling sensation,
I can sense some thing pleasant
Fragrance coming along way
This could be none but......
You came so nearer and nearer
And from behind...
Coming near me
Just said Hello in a confident manly voice
I could feel the warmth breathe,
It just send shivering sensation in me.
I just stood dumb as if frozen
I just don't know what happened to me
Our eyes met for the first time
And I couldn't utter a single word as
You just happened to be the same
I have seen in my dreams
Just stood speechless
As if something happened to me
I just don't know
I wanted to ask many things but
Somewhere my words got struck...
I just couldn't believe...
I felt I know you very well
And didn't feel I am meeting you for first time.
I could feel two hearts beating into one
As if waiting for each other..
Is it just a dream or a true one?
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
The emotion is what made your poem here feel so real...it speaks from innerside from your pen..agreed with Payal here..nice one :) _Soul
beauty must be praise as we are praising to lord love got no bound beautiful poem from heart 10
It has become very difficult to decide whether you dream is more beautiful or your poem is more beautiful, but both belong to you and as such one thing is definite Geetha is beautiful, a beautiful poetess.
Full of intense passion as you meet your soulmate with such heartfelt words! Beautiful write!
it is a beautiful encounter if only in dreams, lovely writing
a v nice flow in your poem....wish everyone whos waiting for some special someone, meets like the one in your poem....... also thx for the clarification given in your note, i just smiled reading it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering. bravo ma'am the one with dream and wishes the suffering through the wait....well pinned piece bravo