When i lean on the couch, holding coffee in hand,
I think about the park chairs, my best companions.
about the forgotten smells of people,
about the forgotten smiles, about the forgotten warmth.
I don’t want them to fade away
like the tint of flowers in between the pages,
I want them to stay fresh, I want to feel them every moment,
I want to feel the warmth when I hold my own hands together,
I want to remember the smells and give names to them,
I want to measure the length of their smiles and compare it with mine,
And sometimes, I want to be the reason of their smile,
I want to capture those
candid moments in my eyes and save them for ever in my retina.
I tell this to maa, because I can’t keep the crazy thoughts in me,
she adds to her part,
‘life a road, you not just have two as Robert Frost said,
but many, may be infinite,
you don’t travel in all of them,
but you unknowingly leave footprints in every road you take,
And in every road of others,
Sometimes your presence is celebrated,
Sometimes your absence makes no difference,
Sometimes the memories shared with you are cherished,
Sometimes you are forgotten, with ease.
Sometimes you regret for the road you have taken,
Sometimes you feel proud for who you are,
Sometimes you are happy for all that you have left behind,
Sometimes you are excessively gratified for all the endeavors,
Sometimes you are filled with nothing but grief and guilt.
but,
all you have remember through the entire journey is to live
as our life is a story in which we travel and crossfire with the rest of the universe.
As I listen to my maa’s stories and endless philosophies,
And I sip my last drip of coffee, I feel how metaphorical life is,
to much and how many it is silently compared to
our life is a poem, we are poets, accidental poets.
Hope you are doing good. I think I’m back from an unexpected break. Have a great weekend ❤️
Frameofsoul 
Yes!! You are back🥳❣
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Very wise words. ❤
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“our life is a poem, we are poets, accidental poets.” Wow! A powerful way to complete this wonderful poem! Such a masterpiece, as always. This one’s oozing wisdom. Made me think. Super thought provoking and evocative. Well done, my friend! 💖 Your words are always so potent and powerful.
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Yayyy!! You’re back..! Very happy to see you again my sweet hema..! Such a beautiful and amazing poem dear..! Very Amazingly written..! Keep on shinning..!💕❣️❣️✨✨✨
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SMiLes Life is A Meadow of Butterflies
KNoWing WHere to Go By Not KNoWinG
Anything At All
Life iS A Desert
With Succulent
Cacti Absorbing
Every Dew Drop
Life Giving
Savings
Until Next
Dew Drop Comes
To Save Their Green
Thorny Leaves Protecting
Them From Predators Still To come…
Humans LiVE iN Deserts Staying THere
Never Venturing As Butterflies in Meadows
Free to Wing With Grass Green And Flowers
Ever Coloring More Flight Within Beauty All
Sublime to Be And See So Free in
Abundance of Colors
Green More
Flourishing
FLoWeRinG
Life Dancing
Singing Freely
Bees and Birds Same
Yet Different Songs of Course
And Dances of Wings and Furry
Critters Climbing Earth’s Lungs Yes Trees!
As A Butterfly i Am Going No WHere In Particular
Just Fluttering ALL OVeR EVeRYWHeRE i Go NoW
No Reasons Just Feeling Sensing All Next i Wing to See Be Now
SMiLes Hemalatha When i Figure Out WHeRe i Am Going Next
i Will
No
Longer
BREaTHE NoW..:)
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I loved the line…life has multiple roads❤
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Accidental poets, indeed!
Your thoughts are so deeeeeppppp!! 😍😭🖐🏻
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YOU are the reason for the smile on my face right now. ☺️ This is a gorgeous poem. Just stunning, Hema. ❤️
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Such beautiful, wise and true words ❤️
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ebb tide
how neap is that?
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A beautiful and thought-provoking poem, Hema! I like that you have meaningful discussions with your Maa! ❤
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That is full of wisdom. Wonderful poem Hema 🙂
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