Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Closed Doors

I knock repeatedly on those closed doors
Sometimes a window gets open
A glimpse of my beloved’s face is seen
Then the window is shut again
Sometime I hear some voices
They guide me and disappear

I leave the door
Telling myself that I won’t return
Nobody invites me there and
No reciprocation when I go
I find myself in front of the door often
Ignoring my words, not minding the negligence, insult

I don’t know what’s behind those closed doors
I want those doors open once
To see what is inside
I don’t intend to steal or break
I won’t touch anything inside, I promise
Am just curious to know

In my dreams I see
Those closed doors open for me
Some beautiful colors and voices inside
Mesmerizing stories and tales
Remaining of yesterday and plans of tomorrow
I wake up and wonder is that what it is?



ವಿ.ಆರ್.ಭಟ್ said...

Well tried thoughts!

"ನಾಗರಾಜ್ .ಕೆ" (NRK) said...

Its really beautiful.
everyone standing in front of closed doors, for sure we are curious. its true.
good one.

The Inner Side of "ME" said...

Very nice one