! ! ! ! ! ! ! An Appointment, I Await! ! ! ! ! !

Right on time,
I said as I smiled
And put my glass of
Cointreau aside.

Just wait,
Let me put this clock away,
Its ticking,
Feels like an intrusion.
For now
I want to believe you will
Hold me till eternity
In silence

Am filled with ecstasy
As you embrace me
In stillness
While no one is prying.

Life in a metro
Is like a whirring machine.
O Night
In your arms
I forget
And rejuvenate.
You are the only one
Who never forgets
Our appointment.

by Mamta Agarwal

Comments (7)

I want to believe you will Hold me till eternity In silence sweet lines and done very well in romantic way..the whole poem is written in best way... well done 10 +++
tremendous spontaneity and intensity, very compact, difficult to replace a single word. loved the title, there is a corporate professionalism about the title, which drew me to it.nice poem,
'Life in a metro Is like a whirring machine.' You have briefly composed an appointment with care. Lovely poem.
When meeting someone the heart desires, 'time' melts away in passion's smouldering fire! And in Lord Byron's poetic style, - 'an instant' turns to 'eternity' - just for a while! - Raj Nandy. Mamta ji for your poem 10! I think you will like my poem - 'LOVE UNDER THE INCA SKY', - on page no.1.
Another great piece Mamta....simple yet brings out the essence of life and love in the metros....10++ from me
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