Sweet November
It was only within a span of three days
I was caught contradicting my views in two ways
Past years had taught me this learning
Relationships are what give life its meaning
I was half-baked with the intellect
That’s when emotions made me feel perfect
Trust me, I had to tell that on Friday
Don’t know why, I took a U-turn that Monday
Day before, I saw the movie "Sweet November"
How funny, I forgot the truth to remember
Sad, I confessed, I don’t believe in relationships
My friend listening to this had his own hardships
I was not caught napping with a brain trigger
Just reiterated the truth that nothing is forever
Both the occasions, I was in vivid conscience
They were moments of truth advocating resilience
Maybe, the truth was an immature half lie
Could be, future has more to life's learning pie
Relationships are like a flowing river
Streams join as rolling stones slowly wither
Parents give us love conditioned by gene
Siblings accompany us like our vein
Friends can accept what we are
They can construct what you are
Chums have no rules or inequality
They are there, in all our reality
Life moves, you might fall in love
That is when you are your complete true
Spectrum of emotions engulf you
For a change, you tailor to the "other you"
In all of them, there are no boundaries to roles
Time and life define its own rules
The butterfly counts not months but moment
It has enough time to live when it really meant!!
sonda kavidhaiya? Really nice... Last two lines especially!
Posted by Bhars | 12:38 am
Hmmm
naane konjam kavidai ellam try pannen.. I know neengha ellam paavamnu !!!
the last two lines were inspired from a quote by Tagore which I read long back
Posted by Sara | 2:37 am
Very sweet poem. -Swarna
Posted by Anonymous | 8:29 pm
Really wonderful sara. Is this you?
Posted by Anonymous | 10:32 am
thats what wonderful relations can teach me!!!
Posted by Sara | 2:36 am
this is a wonderful piece sara. i never knew u cud write so well so long. sara can do anything pola erruke!! :)
Posted by Anonymous | 3:29 pm
absolutely INCREDIBLE da...
In all of them, there are no boundaries to roles
Time and life define its own rules
The butterfly counts not months but moment
It has enough time to live when it really meant!!
Posted by Unknown | 6:06 am