Thoughts on a Park Bench
The calm of the dawn, filtered through the dew
The breeze rustled, was in a world anew.
It's been a while, since i went out for a stroll
Sitting on a bench, I stared at them all.
The morning smile of the flowers, still waited for the sun
The buds danced n the wind, jostling with fun,
She was listening to a song, sat near the orchid's pot
Her eyes were closed, she was deep in some thought.
Her dimples, one could notice from a distance far
She needn't smile, for she has the radiance of a million star.
The furrows of her brow, curved in an arch so delicate
Her gait was svelte, she wore no trinket.
Watching her ponder, on a question unknown
She was fencing with ideas, she just had sown.
The wind still blew, the morning turned bright
She was lost in herself, I was lost in her sight.
A blurry image, a gracious frame
Twirl of the lip, the smile of a dame.
In the valley so green and vast,
So pleasant, i thought it would never last.
Hand in hand, we passed through the meadows
No hunger, no pain, till we reached the shadows.
No words, no stare, no smile we shared
Yet, the silence, the calm, the longing flared.
We walked for miles, till the end of the day
The sun set in, ahead the darkness lay.
She turned her face, and looked me up close
Her lips quivered and a sweet song rose.
The drops of rain, suddenly, trickled from my chin.
I opened my eyes, saw kids in a merry din.
Running around or taking some shade
Few scrambled, few still played.
I looked to the orchid and the grass so green
The place lay barren, she couldn't be seen.
I craned my neck, and looked around
The crowd had thinned, nowhere was she found.
Months have passed, the seasons have changed
The orchids have dried, but the thoughts have remained.
Still wonder, what the song was about
When we stood in the meadow the darkness shroud.
In thoughts long gone, we had clasped our hands
We had walked for miles, we had walked those lands.
How was the voice, how the tune followed,
Did she sang an elegy, a ballad or an ode.
GKT
(The narrator has gone to park, one early morning after a long time. He sees a girl sitting somewhere and lost in her thoughts. He is enamored by her, thinks about her and is lost in his own thoughts about her. His chain of thoughts are broken suddenly by morning rain and when he comes to his senses, she is nowhere to be found. He wonders what the song was. )
Labels: Poem, Romance
