Summer sleep, rainy talks
Falling leaves, cold blankets
Seasons change. So do we.
Lazy walks, school socks
Scribble pads, chewed pens
Seasons change. So do we.
Red roses, touchy cards
Long letters, shy tears
Seasons change. So do we.
Why do we?
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22 comments:
wow! this was simply amazing!!
Because change is the only constant thing in life.
Nostalgia in simple words. Beautiful!
Why do we? No idea...may be we need to, u live life!
This is so sweet. And Solilo is right...change is constant...and since its in our power...it should be for the best!
I din't know u write here.am following!!
Childhood nostalgia dripping all around....If we didn't change, this post would have been meaningless.
Which is why we must and hence do change.
How beautiful this poems is!! "Childhood nostalgia".. well said by Sujoy! Chewed pens... what an observation!!
Why do we? ....very good question.
My dear Gauri,
I've turned it around my way.
*****
Hot holidays, rainy tears
Rising anger, think pieces
Seasons change. So do we.
Brisk walks, fruit salads,
Early yoga, fading stress
Seasons change. So do we.
Given lectures, slow trains
Dry chapatis, waiting buses
Seasons change. So do we.
So we do.
*****
Warm regards,
- Joe.
big goofy grin, gauri. this is you at your best-whimsical, sweet and thoughtful at the same time.
Gaurav-- Thanks..
I loved the polar bear post btw..
Solilo, Neilina, Coffee-- change is constant, yes.. but at times you hope it weren't. it ws at one such moment tht i wrote the poem down
Sujoy-- thanks..and yes, u r right.
Darshan-- i chewed pens, the blue reynolds ones. and gave up after scolding myself how bad the habit was..
Sujata-- u have an answer? :)
Sir-- Topsy turvy but nice.. I could definitely do something abt the brisk walks, fruit salads and think pieces.. :)
fedabonn-- thanks so much. i look fwd to your comments and am glad you liked this one. has turned out to be one of my favourites, yes.
What a gem of a poem. So simple and so succinct. It's one of those pieces that make you think I could have written this but the truth is it takes ppl with a special gift to be able to create sth like this. I'm jealous :)
Cute poem. Changes... sometimes there are much more of them than we want, aren't there?
Callopia-- Thanks a lot for those sweet words. Your comment brought a huge, satisfying smile on my face...
Mesjay-- Thanks again, thanks a lot :)
Yes, when we look back (I seem to do a lot of looking back stuff, more than I should allow myself to) you want to go back and stay there, in your sweet-smelling past, sleep with a blanket over your head and shut out everything else.
Summer sleep, rainy talks...I like the play of words and the images they invoke.
Beautiful!
:)
The more the things change...more they stay the same!
simple and elegant.
sweet... :)
someone once said that nothing changes, except us.
Change is, love is!
Change is,love is!!
Change is,love is!!
Lots of both is life well worth. Keep it up and distribute.
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