They Were Waiting Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

They Were Waiting



Lock up the door and switch off the light
Kick off your shoes and turn on the shower
In front of the mirror stand pensive and vacant
See those daffodils dance and marigolds smile
See galaxies turn in the still of the night
They were waiting

You hear the doorbell and open the door
To see memories asking for alms for the blind
A sales girl selling discounted dreams
Buy a genuine and get one fake for free
Guarantee for a year if you produced the bill
They were waiting

Open up those books by the dead and famous
Hardbound heritage buildings on Shelf Street
Catching dust read a page if you must
Paper poems fly titled “An Ode To The Air”
Transformed to a cone for salted peanuts
They were waiting

An Airconditioner fights with the melting Sun
A machine washes your sins
An egg chuckles in the skillet, shells in the dustbin
Continental cake pieces have flags on them
Great dead men on paper folded in your wallet
They were waiting

On the house in the house
We drink our spirits and quench our soul
Sing and dance to the rhythm of the heart
Throbbing somehow on a desolate street
In the night like a lonely stray dog
They were waiting

Monday, July 20, 2015
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