Sunday, September 07, 2008

Looking back


The tide has turned yet again,
The journey ends not here, 

was but a marker.
The tide turns, leaving us
washed up on different shores,
memories clinging.

I remember,
The words, the beautiful poems
How equally fascinated we 

were by them.
The silent agreement, 

the unspoken solidarity.
Amidst blatant indifference,
I had found a twin soul.
I remember now,
The passionate beliefs, 

the intense ponderings
How we did not 

belong here, and how
In another world, another time,
All would be right.

But
Where you go now I cannot follow,
Only memories cling.



4 smoke wisps:

Kavya said...

You express the ineffable with such ease. :)

Meghana Naidu said...

thank you

and you are prompt :)

Merin Mandanna said...

Love this one. A lot.
:)

Meghana Naidu said...

thank you :)

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