When will you,

Take that walk,

To the coffeeshop,

Where each day,

She awaits,

Book in hand, 

Hope in her heart,

Only to be

Crestfallen by the end

Of another day

That has passed?



When will you,

Offer that box of Nougats,

Or tin of cookies,

And sit by her side

While you share

Smiles, stares,

Grazes of the hand,

Foibles of the past,

While the clock

Ticks away the minutes,

But the moment has frozen

Like fossils in sand? 



When will you,

Name those feelings,

Heretofore unrequited,

Unquenched, parched,

Waiting to blossom,

On the cusp of love’s spring, or

Like the cracked earth,

That awaits the monsoon’s

First drop of rain,

But meets instead with

The sky’s disdain?



Oh! when will you,

Open your heart,

For this hour too,

Has long passed,

And time unfaithful flees,

Into chasms 

Of the unknown?

Hurry, please, erelong

She and you are naught,

But mere names

Set in stone.


©Pradita Kapahi, 2017


Image Credits – http://www.pinterest.com


64 thoughts on “When?

  1. Ah, lovely! I don’t know how people do this but poetry like this sounds so cool. And to top that, you have chosen a great theme. Getting up and doing that which we should do, in all spheres of life, should be our motto.

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  2. Oh when will you open your heart, for this hour too has long passed, just mere names set in stone.Wonderful prose in poem. I just took a walk there to coffee shop while reading this.💓💓

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