Waiting for "Her"

I am an unwritten lyric,
trying to capture imagination.
I am waiting for her appearance,
to pen down a beautiful poem.

I am a rayless darkness,
waiting for the sunshine.
I am waiting for her arrival,
to ignite a dawn of eternal delight.

I am a quiet silence,
earless to the deafening chaos.
I am waiting to hear her voice,
to get immersed in soothing music.

I am an empty vacuum,
void and desperate to be occupied.
I am waiting for her to walk in,
to replenish me with her charm.

I am a waterless dryness,
anticipating rain drops.
I am waiting to feel her,
to submerge in the sea of ecstasy.

I am a barren land,
unploughed and futile.
I am waiting for her occurence,
to yield a perennial harvest of joy.

I am a nonreactive numbness,
contemplating a sensuous feeling.
I am waiting for her gracious touch,
to experience the extreme pleasure.

Plea for Love

In my sleep and in my consciousness
Loves you my heart and all my soul.
Only your image appears everywhere:
Virtual, yet bright, right in my heart.
Enter into my life, to trigger our journey;
You are the one I am waiting to live with.
Offer thine sweet love to me
Until my lonely heart quenches its thirst.


This was my first poem ever, written when I was 12 yrs old, for my dream gal... The dream is yet to be realized... ::)