They met
on a blind date
setup by elders
where they only ate
they met again
on a beachside
on a summer noon
only to say no
but who knows, how to say no
the beautiful beach had its own view
yet they were captured, in their own hues
the tides kept playing
where they gaze met
and shy adorning the eyes
as they ate
Breaking the silence
he asked with courage
which flowers she liked
she answered with smile
the one which isn’t plucked over time
years passed
Separated by continents apart
one in army
the other in an international company
none could say no
cause none wanted to separate
hooked by a thread
the flowers keep dangling by the beachside
the un- plucked flowers of time
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
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- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: Paul Bell, kitty the naughty poet, Vamsi Sudha, Garth Rakumakoe
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Comments6
Lovely words , spiller 🙂 I like the flow of this one ,.. nicely expressed
Thanks a lot Rose for your kind comment
Some destinies are just that, waiting on time that should come, but never really making it, even when destiny dictates that it should. This truly is what real life is.
That’s how ironic life is
It maybe funny at times
Making a clown of those living it
However if fate didn’t dictate us
And one could be master of destiny
Well there are many who defied the fate they were encountered by
Really lovely words. I enjoyed reading this, so thank you for sharing 🙂
Thanks a lot dear Katie
Glad you liked it
this has more than just a ring of truth to its name & what a wonderful memory shared .. I like it .. I like it a lot ................................... Neville
Well it’s not actually my memory
But thanks dear Neville
That was amazing Spiller !! A love poetry from you ..
This was the real touching line
"she answered with smile
the one which isn’t plucked over time "
what an endearing expression. Stunned at your creativity and your expression..
.Keep writing and let us be submerged in your flow of expression 🙂
Yes
It was my first try to paint the canvas with rose
Budding our my roses
As they plunge for the first time
To witness the love in dark nights
Thanks dear Vamsi for such sweet appreciation
I feel rejoiced
And your comment was poetic too
Well adorned for a poet to speaking in poetic lines
So their love stayed strong and stayed there, in their hearts, always... The symbolism is so exquisite! - Definitely a favorite for me.
Indeed love got engraved in heart
Thank you so much dear Reader
Glad you liked it
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