Sunday, 29 September 2013

The Chair...


From  blossoming spring to winter fall ,                                 
From morning walk to evening strolls,
I can say I have seen them all.

Crawling over floor to walking spree ,
Standing straight to bending over knees...
Thatched roof to pucca ones,
Double storeyed or with window panes,

Tingling bells to scooter horns...
Vrooming bikes or Lancers owned ,
From lonely afternoons to giggled chatters ,
Shiny plates or broken platters...

Entwined hands or turned off heads ,
Rosy pink or icy reds.
Smokey morns or lightening showers...
Fruitless trials or applaused awards...

I can say I have seen you spring up ,
Like seeds grow someday to harvestable crop.
With tender hands you have pulled me with care,
With naughty legs upon me you have stared...
Never let go the togetherness we share...

I am your rusted wrinkled chair.


  1. This post has been selected for the Tangy Tuesday Picks this week. Thank You for an amazing post! Cheers! Keep Blogging :)

  2. What a poem Sushree! "I am your rusted wrinkled chair." So many connections to life :) Liked it.

    The design is also cool. Just try to use white colored bold fonts on sidebar for better visibility.. Keep writing..

    1. Thanks @ Someone is Special...for the appreciation and also for the suggestion...


Do scribble down few words motivates :)

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