Sunday, June 3, 2007


Oh, they are, well, all the same
Fun and frolic, very mundane
She seems to be of all who came
Then, pray, why isn’t she part of the game?

Her footsteps slow, eyes open wide
Arms across her chest, she walks out of sight
Seats herself at the very edge, lost
In thoughts ,all fiercely her own.

Watch her I from a safe distance
Irks my mind a certain unrest
Her soft hum fills my ear, I see
Her smile, oh it’s all so clear.

The world she sees, all her own
Not a part, but nature her whole
Belonged here, to the land and sky
Belonged she in solitude.


Gandaragolaka said...

So do all pass away into the sunset of oblivion... some get noticed, others not.

In the grand scheme of things, we are only infinitesimal probabilities in space-time continuum.

lakshmi said...

well..dis is d first time i m readin one of ur poems.very impressive i must say..u shud out up all ur poems di :)

Ashwini said...

@ kedar : True!
@ lak : Thanks dear! More on the way, surely :)

Ranjita said...

hey ash!!!! u composed that poem??? its wonderful.. u shud start writng more and give it to magazines or the paper.. its mind blowin!!!
i'm tellin u seriously.. tats an amazin composition .. do explore ur mind and come out with more beautiful which really touch the hearts of many!!! u r one extraordinary gal[sis] !!!!!

Ashwini said...

Thanks Ranj!! means a lot. Remind me to show you my other poems when you come home. Or else, watch out for this space :)

runaway kirik said...

girl gotta tell ya! ur poetry is jus superb

Ashwini said...

hey thanks :)

Karthik[:)] said...

nice one :)

Ashwini said...

Thanks :)