In the middle of the night
When I turn out the light
I see your shadows
Following me
Anxious
I push aside the curtains
Peeking out the window
Check over once thorough
Finding nothing
Less settles my restless heart
Bringing myself out on the porch
I tip-toe
Behind the bushes,
Beyond the fence
Waiting for the shadows
Following me
No shadows or figures,
That I see
But I know you are
Following me
I stay wide awake
Perched at the window sill
My heart hoping
To see those shadows again
Just this again
A light wind
Ruffles my locks
Sending a shiver
Down my spine
A smile settles on my lips
A drop of tear trickles down my cheek
I know it is you
Sending kisses on the wind
Like you have
Since the time you’ve gone
Keeping up your promise
Of following me
~~~~~~~
Asha Seth
Asha Seth 
Thanks dear Asha..thats a huge compliment …feeling blissful..i am over the moon..same feeling here too👭☺
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Haha. 🙂 ❤
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Its a very beautifully described APPARITIONAL EXPERIENCE
Every teen girl desires it and experiences it.
I would like to add a few stanzas if you wont mind.
I am convinced that when you come.
It would be in some inconceivable form.
A trick of light, a shadowless being,a beauty so startling that even mirrors would withdraw.
I looked for you everywhere.
I thought you were coded in the wind,a falling star.
My longing for you drawn taut as a bowstring,
I could have sighted you in any guise.
I would have taken you in any shape, any apparition you arrived in,an illusion or evidence,
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Terrific. I love the weave of words here with the sentiments. I love this take, Kiran. You’re absolutely fantastic. Love ❤ 🙂
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Sending kisses
In the cold air
Adorning the time
We loved
and
unloved.
🙂
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Perfect rhyme and rhythm.
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your poems have a flow to them very interesting.
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I love writing poems. That’s one area I feel I can express myself satisfyingly. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Are you planning on putting these together to make an ebook or a hardcover book?
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Haven’t thought about it. But now that you’ve asked… my mind’s got something to chew on. 🙂
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Wow really you never thought about?
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Simply beautiful poem.the thought are like waves rushing toward the shore.Jalal
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That’s inspiring. Thanks Jalal. I guess once the muse gets you, you just get into the flow and enjoy the writing then.
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You Welcome Asha.
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Wow, this is really emotional and beautiful. Thanks for visiting my blog today. Following you now, Asha! 🙂
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Glad to meet you Nandini. And I’m following you too.
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Ah, this is hauntingly touching. Loved the idea, Asha.
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Your thoughts make me happy and think much. You’re always welcome here my friend.
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Glad to hear that 🙂
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Love this, very evocative of night thoughts, of times past and people. Present yet not. Fantastic as always my friend.
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Sitting out on a porch is one of my favourite pastimes. And the muse hit me there. Did not know what exactly I wanted to write. And yet was happy somehow for how it shaped out in the end. I think I wanted to write about ghosts. Anyway. Glad you liked, J.
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I really enjoyed it, I think those sorts of ideas are great, that just hit you and carry you away somewhere. I wish I had a porch to sit on, or at least a nice view! Unless that becomes the basis for a story.
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Yes, not that I get a chance often to delight myself with a porchly muse. I so wish to have a place in the woods with a porch overlooking the hills. May be then I’d invite you over for coffee.
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I would bring you some nice smelling books in that case. Nothing beats that sit and thinking with a coffee feel.
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