Connecting the dots..

[Archana]

Connecting the dots..

How strange it is all the things we plan for
The people we want to see and be
Possessions we want more than we need
In the form of things, people and all that is greed
So many places we long to leave a foot print on
And countless breaths taken in the years of life before
Pictures frame an expression and beautiful place
That we fear we’d never visit again
When what we really are afraid of
Is that the smile and its moment will be lost yet again
Oh silly we are, the ones that long to hoard
Photo frames, souvenirs and gifts so old
When all we really long for
Is to remember the feeling of that moment and relive it once more
For that picture can never capture the nervous excitement of your heartbeat
Or the smell in the air you could almost sink in to
Your first expressions when you saw those snow-capped peaks
And the confused longing you felt as you waved goodbyes at the departure lounge
Despair not, you will feel those moments again;
Old memories bring a warmth, but to make new ones means having hope
Inevitable is the present – they say!
Wherever you have been, wherever you wish to go
Hold on to that hope, for along the road
It brings a silent calm and a shivering smile
And you’d be surprised why you wondered all the while!

- Archana Srivatsan

[Sreelekha]

Hey Archana! That was wonderful poem. It seemed like you just expressed my thoughts .. keep it up!

[jayashree]

Good one Archana..

[Kanaka]

Hey Archana, that was lovely.

[Jency]

Really really nice Archana