The Waltz

[Sreyashi Mukherjee]

They speak some
 

They seek more
 

Questions hidden behind answers
 

Doubts giving way to wonderment
 

Wonderment unearthing more doubts

 

They gravitate close
 

But never touch
 

As they flip pages of bewilderment
 

Is there more to the story?
 

Or do dying embers wait to be revealed?

 

They waltz to a song
 

They call their own
 

Yet shy away from giving it a name
 

The past and the present collide
 

To form a crescendo of uncertain waves 

 

Yet the heart yearns
 

Each for the other
 

Silent and tentative, hoping to come together
 

Perhaps they will, one moment
 

When the whispers will overcome the roars
 

The day finally merging with the night

[scotsman89]

Sreyashi

 

is it a love story or a story of loss . well it certainly makes the mind work  > and nice work

 

john

[Sreyashi Mukherjee]

Hey John,

 

Nice to see you dropping by. Umm.. maybe it's a story of loss about a love that is yet to be acknowledged? 

Yes.. now my mind's also working.. but perhaps the original thought was somewhere along those lines

 

[Sreyashi Mukherjee]

Hi Joel,

Thanks for dropping by

On 8/2/2019 at 8:14 PM, fasstrack said:

This could easily be set to music---lays right in 3/4, a waltz! Have you thought about doing that?

Really? Haha.. that didn't occur to me. Would you like to give it a try if you're interested? I do like your jazz compositions

 

[Sreyashi Mukherjee]

👍

[RC James]

The opening two lines grab the reader with the essential meaning of the rest of it. Contradictions abound, unpredictability sneaks up on you, how to combine to the benefit of all.  Your questions and conundrums are the ones we should be working on.