Thursday, October 8, 2009

Like the day..

Like the day we sat by the ocean
Speaking of fishes and sand and moon and the tide
Of how often the sea searches without
Only to once again find it all within.

Like the day we walked under those trees
Speaking of greenery and birds and war and peace
Of how cruel a cause can sometimes get
Of the pervert in every priest.

Like the day we sat on that mountain
Speaking of heights and depths and sunlight and rain
No, we didn't speak anything much
But Oh! we spoke so very much..

Like the day we sat in our lil ol' house
Speaking of memories and people and bygone days
No we didn't speak anything much
Yes, we spoke so very much!

3 comments:

Prasanna Pandit said...

Awesome poem Gargi!!! :)

sadhwi srinivas said...

"Of how cruel a cause can sometimes get"

What did you have in mind while writing this?

gargi said...

@sadu.. I guess I just wanted it to rhyme :P :P