Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Dreams and wasted tears

I sat in the dark watching the stars
And tears flowed
A star took pity and asked
Why are you crying?
I said, you are so far
I cant dream of reaching you.

I walk through the forest admiring the Sequoia
And tears flowed
One sapling asked
Why are you crying?
I said, you are so Straight yet flexible
I cant dream of being like you.

I walked across the flowing river
And tears flowed
One droplet asked
Why are you crying?
I said, you always find your way and flow so Gracefully
I cant dream of flowing like you.

I climbed the Mountain
And tears flowed
One little rock asked
Why are you crying?
I said, you stand so strong and firm
I cant dream of being like you.

I sit down, tired
Wiping the tears,
You walk up to me
Hug me tight, asking
"Where were you?
I missed you so".
And I think - What a waste of all those tears.

6 comments:

Madhavan . said...

Not only its waste of tears but the dreams too......when the feeling of being loved is there!

dp ♥ said...

I like this, it's a different kind of perspective...very unique

Melisa Eeeee said...

IT takes my breath away...Very nice. Like this poem a lot!

Susan H said...

Touching the mood of Tagore a bit there. I love that innocent style.

tracy marshall said...

I love it!

Mindsnomad Yay said...

Thank you Maddy, Danette, Susie and Tracy.. Melisa, Welcome to my home of words and thank you.