On an usual summer evening,
Two Words met at a crossroad.
They thought, they knew each other,
But did not know the other’s abode.
Were they surprised at this encounter
Or was just another meeting, who knows!
They stood there stiff not knowing what to say,
Stealing a look now and then as the night arose.
Who knew the paradoxes of life will met
On an inglorious summer evening.
But then, is it not life filled with such
Unceremonious dates till end, from beginning?
The flow of thoughts is incomplete here (may be sometime later I may take it to “logical conclusion”)… but then it is complete too. Is it not the paradox of life (or may be thought) evident here? (one says complete, the other says incomplete :-))
No, I think it is perfect as it stands.
i love the first stanza 🙂
coooooooool poem =)
You are just awesome:) I will be coming back for more:)
why do you think that the flow of thoughts here is incomplete?
It is as complete as it can get, buddy!!
It’s an amazingly well put piece here!
Strangers meeting, crossroads, odd paths – these are THE facts our lives are made of! How we transform them, is what makes us!
I really enjoyed your poem.. thanks for sharing..
It is complete in my view too! Nice to see you again.
It looked absolutely perfect to me..may be its different for you 😀
nice work!
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awards are fun, u win the celebrate blogger of June in short stories honorable mention award, plus 4 friendship awards, the only cin voted for you.
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