First meeting

spilleronsheet

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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Comments6

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Lovely words , spiller 🙂 I like the flow of this one ,.. nicely expressed

    • spilleronsheet

      Thanks a lot Rose for your kind comment

    • Paul Bell

      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.

      • spilleronsheet

        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

      • kitty the naughty poet

        Really lovely words. I enjoyed reading this, so thank you for sharing 🙂

        • spilleronsheet

          Thanks a lot dear Katie
          Glad you liked it

        • Neville


          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

          • spilleronsheet

            Well it’s not actually my memory
            But thanks dear Neville

          • Vamsi Sudha

            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 🙂

            • spilleronsheet

              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

              • spilleronsheet

                And your comment was poetic too
                Well adorned for a poet to speaking in poetic lines

              • Garth Rakumakoe

                So their love stayed strong and stayed there, in their hearts, always... The symbolism is so exquisite! - Definitely a favorite for me.

                • spilleronsheet

                  Indeed love got engraved in heart
                  Thank you so much dear Reader
                  Glad you liked it



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