SERENDIPITY

Its like...
The orphan thoughts in sane mind,
Fragile life in wondering flies,
Sun between his toasty fingers,
Stars in her two dark eyes.
Right person at the wrong time,
A stranger you were meant to bump,
Clock screaming at dead midnight,
And height of a cricket's jump.
Source of an endless conversation,
The thoughts cooling a cup of tea,
Rest assured its a co-incidence,
Yet some whisper...serendipity!
-smita

Remains...

There is always a poem

Yet to be penned

Just one more song

You are still to sing,

One last stranger

Ought to smile at,,

And one fluttering feather

On every broken wing.

One last road,

Awaits your footsteps,

One final memory

Remains to be etched

For one surreal tale

Is always untold yet,

And a little life unlived,

Before farewells are fetched.

-debosmita

The Girl And The Wave.

She spread her arms and he rushed in,
Without a blink or sigh or sin!
The shores giggled, conspired the trees
She laughed as he swept beneath her skin.

Their affair kept dawn on her toes,
She arrived on the tired fisherman’s brows,
Their sight brought back her lost lover
A poet of sunrise, now wed to daily woes.

The waves touched her glowing face,
Reminding of her beauty like a letching lad,
She closed her eyes and it washed away
Some scars deep, sands and memories sad.

At sunset she sang a sublime song.
He swept at her feet and played along,
Now and then brushed her soggy hair,
And wondered quietly what could go wrong.

As night arrived like a grey-haired keeper,
He walked her to the frowning dyke,
And as she slept soothed and loved
He waited patiently for the next sunrise.
-smita