You were a soliloquy.
I was the abode.
One day You found Me.
I would tell you.
Do you remember?
I would tell you.
the best thing which happened to me was that
'You found Me.'
The paradox.
Today you have a home.
Your abode.
And I become,
The soliloquy.
What a beauty i nthis poem, one becoming the other.
ReplyDelete@vandana thanks vandana. becoming the other... yes. not that simple though.
ReplyDeleteit's a beautiful piece. I guess everything that comes leaves something behind and we're forever changed.
ReplyDeleteyes. forever changed.
Deletei am the vine you are the branches...both of which cant be separated
ReplyDeletetime is powerful. it changes everything. day by day nothing seems to change, and soon everything changes...
Deletebut life is like that, some changes, they must happen, thus we learn the 'yes' n 'no' of life
DeleteBeautiful. Thank you for your comment. That was beautiful as well.
ReplyDeleteWell crafted poem with deep meaning. I always thought that when soliloquy finds the abode both will happily for ever.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
thank you sir. visited ur blog. found it interesting. keep writing.
Deleteand yes, even i thought that when the soliloquy found the abode, they would live happily ever after. those were the dreams it gave me. but i was wrong. may be the abode could not give the soliloquy what it wanted, or what could complete it. so when it left the abode, the abode, became the soliloquy...
Fabulous thoughts and very logical
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