When are you coming..?

The night is dark.
The crickets din is soothing.
The moon light spreads the silver light all across the grass lands.
The hard rocks, brown and strong stand erect.
On one of them I sit, with my bare feet kissing the hard cold stone.
There is no movement anywhere.
My eyes gaze at the far round moon, blissfully seated beyond the horizon.

Awaiting you...I sit here for long
Do I have to wait till the break of dawn?

Now….. The cool breeze blows down…
It’s the Wild West wind, bringing along with it the aroma of silence, sweetness and bliss
The chilly wind, brushes my cheek...Curls down my hair and runs down my spine
With a whooshing sound it creates a music…to which the flowers sway…leaves flutter and water tappers…

The moon raises high beyond the horizon…as though seated on an invisible cradle
With a smile decorating my face…a hope brightening my eyes…a blush beautifying my fragility
I sit in silence, awaiting you.
I wait in silence.
I wait in earnest.

But the silence seems to be eternal…
The wind is still blowing
The leaves still fluttering
The flowers still swaying
The world is sleeping and I am waiting
How long?

The eagerness blended with love…
Colored with innocence…
Spiced with blissful music…and brewed with restlessness…personifies into a tear drop. The tear trickles down my cheek and drops on to my palm.
There is still silence. And my eyes are moist.
How long?

Now...a little while later…all of a sudden
The sleeping wind awakes…It rushes down from the mountains behind…and runs to the horizon in eagerness, and whirls there for a while…and comes back to me in a hurry…
It makes a whooshing sound…creeps into my hair and encircles me around!
It teases my smile and brushes my cheek…
And eagerly whispers in my ears ‘coming!’
To this my eyes liven, tears dry…and lips curve to make a smile
The Wild West wind runs down all over, spreading ‘your coming’
Hearing this flowers beam…!
Leaves flutter…!
Grass sways…!
The water ripples down murmuring a sweet music…’at last you are coming’ they sing
At the behest of moon, the sky is decorated with stars…
At the behest of the water… the ripples play the music…
At the behest of the wind … the aroma spreads the flavor of love and joy…
The leaves and the flowers sway and dance in delight…
There is laughter, love and bliss…
we are all waiting....'when are you coming?’