Walking the walk...Talking the talk


While walking the walk and talking the talk
i opened my mind and let the thoughts crawl
we saw the dawn into a perfect morn'
the gleaming rays giving way to burning sun..

We talked about, his life and mine
of poems and signs, and lovely wine
of etiquttes so fine in the art of dine
of deepest fears and the longest years
of friends and foes through the highs and lows
the memories so sweet of home and more
took over us and made us sore

Such insane was the talk
over the bridge...and along the road...
Made us think why after all
it felt like spring during the fall

The war began of rationale minds
why after all we went along
Its then we could see the fall
With no more road for the walk....And silence taking over the talk..

Comments

Bibek Paudel said…
Well, apart from saying that this poem is nice, I would like to say why it is nice:
it is very romantic and is very feminine. I think any adult can identify with the feelings expressed.

nice beginning pooja. please keep writing. you have a reader here :)

all the best.
October 8, 2008 at 3:05 PM
sandeep said…
welcome to the circuit...looking fwd for more posts
October 8, 2008 at 5:32 PM
Rajpreet said…
Finally poem padne ko toh milli ... nicely done ... will be w8in for more :>
October 9, 2008 at 1:02 AM
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