The static air incubating <br />A faint tone of the wish <br />Spoken in confidentiality, <br />Is ruffling softly to set free the <br />Resonance secured from ages. <br /> <br />As you have come revisiting <br />The big and small landmarks <br />In those forgotten lanes <br />Of a rustic countryside <br />To hear the whispering wind. <br /> <br />Within the worn pages of <br />The personal diary, a clandestine <br />Confession fights the stifling <br />Space and dust of eons, <br />To materialize and divulge. <br /> <br />When you search the old rack <br />For an interesting book <br />To charm you out of boredom <br />In a gloomy evening’s <br />Restless silence and aching loneliness. <br /> <br />A short visual of memory <br />Flashes again and again <br />With loud declaration of a <br />Promise, that only we both <br />Are consciously aware <br /> <br />Hands had touched softly, <br />Hearts collided with force, <br />Emotions tied a conjugal knot, <br />Undertaking a secret pledge <br />That remained undisclosed forever.<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/distant-lights/
