The house on the third street

I stood by the house on the third street,

With my vacant eyes searching it through

The house, it stares back at me

With mossy walls, forlorn and discreet.

It was laden with colours in the last spring,

And echoes today in the white summer heat.

I wonder how much time has gone by, since then

And I don’t know how to retreat;

Back into the breezy noons, When I saw you standing at the window

Waiting, Ah! You waited for me, my Sweet!

Each day, I saw you wave from that window;

Familiar then, yet unknown now; covered in a newspaper sheet.

No smile extends from behind the glass,

No shy twinkled glances, No peeking curtain pleats.

I want to tell you, I lived for those moments,

It was pure bliss, passing down that street.

My voice dies down, How do I let you know-

That when you smiled, my world danced in glee

Trees laughed and birds were happy

My emotions so light, could flutter free

Today I stand before this grave stone, burdened with unspoken love, I wish

the sky would fall or I could drown in the earth May be;

As you waited for me my love, I will wait for you, till eternity.

Amrita Singh