I haul my bags in and am greeted with a "you are late."
I pause
scraping of wheelers
hurts the silence
No way I can go back. She extends her hands and smilingly burrows me with a warm hug.
oh!
this weight of
frozen steps
"You will get used to it." There's a twinkle in her eyes. How does she know what I am going through?
quagmire
deep down we are
all the same
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I love 'This weight of frozen steps' and yes deep down we are all the same' Just curious vanderloost sounds like a Dutch name
ReplyDeleteVanderlust is the German version of Wanderlust. I just improvised on the same by adding two os as it is pronounced like that. I am Indian. Thanks for your comment.
ReplyDeleteLiked this one... yes, we are the same.. though we may not see that for a long time!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rajani. I am glad you liked it.
DeleteIn spite of frozen steps, we move on, we must. What if it's through a quagmire!
ReplyDeleteTrue...summoning the courage within is very crucial. Thanks for the esteemed visit.
DeleteWhat a fascinating snippet, told in glimpses and conveying so much!
ReplyDeleteThanks Rosemary.
Delete"You will get used to it" isn't a very romantic for a fresh meeting from being away. Guess that's her reply, the twinkle. This was a very interesting scene from life being played.
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Thanks Jim
DeleteAn understanding soul is a wonderful thing to find, especially when we are on a journey to understand ourselves.
ReplyDeleteVery true Rommy.
ReplyDeleteSo much arrayed here in this small, elegant poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
DeleteBeing understood is a relief. When someone extends their hand and smiles it eases the tension and acknowledges that on so many levels we are one.
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