seasons...

Showing the withered flower that day,

she told me

'You should write a poem about it'.

I just nodded.

There were then more springs

and many more autumns

that passed in this meanwhile.

Suddenly by remembering her suggestion,

she queried

'I asked you to write a poem

on that withered flower?'.

I just smiled

'Where is the poem?',

she was serious.

I looked out through the monsoon window.

There were more flowers and many more poems.

'Oh my dear!

They both,

the flower and the poem

are quite drenched at this point.

Shall we get a bigger umbrella

and start picking one by one?'.

She looked at me

with her piercing eyes

as her eyelids resembled

an even bigger umbrella.

It still rains...

,..

Reviews

[Eve Ola]

as her eyelids resembled
an even bigger umbrella. Sweettt. your poems are good !

[Swaroop Manikandan]

it indeed resembles :-)

[audrie]

This is well written with such delicacy and beauty. lovely poem!

[Swaroop Manikandan]

thank you audrie...

[Wynter Page]

Ah there's so much emotion in this, this is really great. Like Ance said, there is a bit of sadness in this, and I also think bittersweetness.
"She looked at me
with her piercing eyes
as her eyelids resembled
an even bigger umbrella." - that's my favorite part :)

[Swaroop Manikandan]

thank you Wynter and it's great that your favourite part is favourite for me too..

[Wynter Page]

That is great :) great minds think alike!

[Matching Socks]

Another really great one from you, this has a hint of melancholy to it.

[Swaroop Manikandan]

thanks dear friend for reading these words...

[Namrata]

And you have to capture my senses , through what you write. I feel like I read a philosopher's diary.

[Swaroop Manikandan]

it is not :-) thanks dear friend for the review...

[Namrata]

But it sure is something.

[priya]

i am very impressed by your style of poetry.. marvellous..keep writing such beautiful poetry. :)