Her thoughts wandered to them -
Her family - Whose love stayed with her as a strength
and infact everything from that love did stem.
She sighed and then remembered her friends.
Glancing at the time,
A small mischievous smile played on her lips.
Growing up, they were all her partners in crime.
Kicking off her shoes and throwing away the bag,
On the couch she sprawled.
Would he be thinking of her? Would he remember
The night when, for him, she was all dolled?
The day had been tiring and long.
As if to lighten the load, a lone tear was shed.
Outside, the shadows lengthened and night fell softly.
Inside, a million words were left unsaid.
13 comments:
Reets,
You have outdone yourself with this poem. Beautiful!
Ramya
thanks rammy :) i'm glad i've started writing again... now it's your turn :)
Hi Ritu,
Ramya sent me the link to your poem. It truly is very beautiful, you've captured so accurately these very human emotions. The disconnect one feels at times are completely washed away by your words :)
Cheers,
Priyanka
Hey Priyanka!
Thanks :) You put it very aptly - "the disconnect one feels at times".
I hope you're doing well. Keep hearing about you, now and then, from Ramya. :)
Wo ! Powerful ! Suddenly my visualization of a you being a fun-loving hippy has changed to a bengali poet sipping her cup of tea in a old rustic cafe n penning her thoughts !
hehe Smack D - people can be both... btw, where does the bengali factor come in from?
kya baat hai.. I can see what being away from home has done to u :)
actually, i used to write poems while i was at home (intentionally misunderstanding you, Saurabh) ;)
Hats off !
merci Ankur :D
(sorry about messing up with the name earlier - you'll get to know during the first few months at ISB just exactly how bad i am with names) :-s
Chanced upon here. Well said!
Thanks Nick! I read a couple of your posts too - you write really well!
Very deep indeed!! pic you had put was so apt!! way to go!
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