Six O' Clock…
Footsteps break the silence in the apartment
My heart stops for a second
Then speeds up to keep time with the jangle
Of keys turning in the lock
Is it you?
Oh I know it isn’t time for you to return
But “what if” whispers hope
My hope is impatient I know I know
But what if just what if
It is you…
But no, it is the sound of the neighbor
Who returns to his home
Humph! I wonder if he has someone inside
Who waits just as much
As I do…
I know it is foolish, I know you just went
But wicked evening!
When there are stairs climbed, keys turned
And doors opened
I miss you…
I wait for you to come home to me today
But most of all I wait
For the day you’ll come home unexpectedly
And the hope…
The footsteps…
The jangle…
The keys…
Will be you, you, you!
4 Comments:
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Alhamdulillah , Great to know you have settled so well .
Good one nads mashallah..i was wondering when will ur book be published...then kids will read one of ur poems at school and wonder wat were ur feelings when u wrote it and all the bla blahs... i do hope u get ur stuff published ..they r the best MAshallah.
It's a great feeling to go through your poems Nada. Poetry just seems to ooze from your being. I just can't believe that this is that bespectacled, obliging lil Nada, my sister's cute, lil friend. You know never looked like a poet material, but then you can never tell...you do have to get your poems published. There's so much depth in it.
Zeenath
It's a great feeling to go through your poems Nada. Poetry just seems to ooze from your being. I just can't believe that this is that bespectacled, obliging lil Nada, my sister's cute, lil friend. You know never looked like a poet material, but then you can never tell...you do have to get your poems published. There's so much depth in it.
Zeenath
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