The Journey Continues...

Somewhere, in the corner of her thought

She feels that

He will understand

the words un-whispered

in the prolonged talk,

and will come to her

Mournful afternoon’s veranda.

In the longing desire to say

She speaks of everything to him

But, could not speak the words

She prepared herself

in the Mournful afternoon’s veranda.

Wind blows and river flows, un-waited

She remembers

all the words unspoken

in her prolonged talk

and slowly disappears in the dream

Perhaps to the silence, as much of death

Leaving behind

an unread book

Open window

And,

A few other things...