Poetry On Table

I am laying still on my bed Early in the morning Looking at the foggy window Desperate to look at the other side But unwilling to move Unwilling to get up I waited till noon To let the fog vanish Excited to see that bright soon Little did I know It was no longer there I am still lying there  On my bed Weeping with remorse Of not taking the right Stride At the right time.. Consoled myself with the Thought maybe it will appear next morning Although I knew it would never... Aditi Verma  That's all for today.  What according to you is the most appropriate stride? Don't forget to mention it in the comment box Thanks And Regards Aditi Verma

You rising high and higher  But your sudden flickering flame  Vanishing my dreams and desires  You are reducing to small  In front of me I being helpless Can't even hear your scream But I saw you managing yourself Burning with zeal Bright and brighter Your ebbulience arising in me The want to be shiner  I am still there watching you  Healing with desire....  That's all for today.  What are your views on A flame or a candle? Do write it in the comment box. Till then Thanks and Regards Aditi Verma