Once upon a winding road
Wreathed with mist
By a lake, waves reaching
And retreating from the shore
As you wandered
Midst cacophony
Buying that yellow umbrella
(For the rains had suddenly come by
Smack through your summer vacation)
Maybe you paused
And took a deep breath
Looking out through the willows
The waves gently lapping
The shore.
A fleeting moment
Of peace caught
And then you returned
To the yellow umbrella or its pink cousin.
And maybe just then
I, walking by
Maybe on an errand
Or just a meandering walk
Through the crowds
(To see why summers drew
Ever more people
To this little town in the middle of nowhere)
Maybe I caught your glance
And followed it
Smiling at the lake
Same peace, same feeling.
Maybe that moment
Held us that instant
In complete understanding.
Did we get to be friends
Ever so much later
Because of that
One moment shared?
Shankari mentioned that she had been to Nainital as a tourist. Since I grew up there, it was a "Oh wow, isn't it interesting I did not know you then" and I got thinking that maybe I did see her there and this poem emerged.
4 comments:
hi,
Nice poem.
shankari could have very well stopped to buy a yellow or pink umbrella. That's so much of her.......
Chitra
Lovely poem ... and it is a possibility :)
the words are so full of love any mystery.. really enjoyed this..such warm words for a friend.. and you grew up in Nainital! lucky ...
you know, me and my husband had been at the same place for two consecutive years, once a college fest and other a music fest and still didn't 'find' each other till it was meant to be.. I always imagine with awe how we must have crossed paths as strangers, totally unaware of the future..
Wow!! That was absolutely beautiful. I don't know about the Dow, but the Sensex sure perked up ;-)))
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