I got a phone call yesterday,
A bolt out of the blue...
For such a long time
I had waited for it,
But it never came.
The dust settled down,
I got caught up with the currents of my own life,
The number got deleted from my phone.
And I thought
I had moved on...
As you began talking
I heard
only your voice...
What you said
Did not kind of
register properly...
I answered,
Yes, I did reply,
But my questions surfaced
Only after the call ended...
I made a call today,
Fully aware that I might as well
Jump into a sea...
My questions were at the tip of my tongue...
My heart beat fast as I waited for a response...
There was no answer...
The dust is again beginning to settle down
I am getting caught up again with the currents of my own life...
But what about this number saved in my phone again?
I thought
I had moved on!
very true, if once some one's memory and existence is embeded in the mind and heart it can't be erased so easily. It may be camouflaged but can't be erased
Kahte to hayn yun kahte yun kahte jo woh yan aata...Sab kahne ki batein hayn kutch bhi na kaha jata. A nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To move on with hope! With positiveness. Nice work.