Teem

 At your door, I stand

Carefully unmoving, like a rock

My eyes glisten with a hope

Would you hear the unmade knock?

All reminiscences, in an instant, flash

Of my spontaneous meandering

A teeming current unto you 

World, a mere sojourning

Forever, my heart has heard

Your words in its chambers raw

Endurances, escapades 

All pieces of the jigsaw

Vast blues, crimson hues

Abundance, emptiness  too   

Songs , prayers, tears, smiles

I wove them all into a picture of you 

I glimpse inside the keyhole

Will I rise, will I fall?

Have you been awaiting me?

Have you wondered at all?

Is your being unfinished ?

Is it open yet, not terse?

Is it a poem you'd write for me?

Am I its final verse?