Thursday, February 05, 2009

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What is a memory?
Fingers intertwined, eyes closed, sea hushing the two of us.
What is love?
Memories intertwined, eyes closed, mouth shaping into a smile.
What is life?
Love intertwined, eyes closed, arms enveloping warm bodies

11 comments:

Sneha said...

Awesome. Period. :-)

Vi said...

Becoming a father has turned you into a mush...or has brought out the mushier side in your writing. (Because this is coming from the same person who wrote 'Lonesome Love') :P

Either way, I like! 'Tis very sweet. I'm sure you're enjoying your time with your son? :)

Parth said...

@Sneha: Thanks.

@Vi: Thank you very mush :) Really, I was aiming for 'introspective maturity' :) Absolutely loving my time with my son, which explains my absence from writing. I put this together in about 5 min. Maybe a trend that spontaneous short poems will what you'll see more on this space in coming months.

neel said...

told ya they would be even more beautiful now... :)

Parth said...

@Neel: Thanks so much. Glad you feel that way :)

Radha said...

beautiful ! :)

Princess Fiona said...

dude! ur on a roll...im loving this post..is it the paternal feelings kickin in?? :) either ways!!! kudos! :)

Sparsh said...

wow! reading it i felt, it is a full circle..if Memory were 'entwined life, closed eye,...'. but then it would lose its simplicity. Never mind. it's perfect as it is:).

Parth said...

@Radha: Thanks

@Princess Fiona: Not sure if anything kicked in per se. Maybe the next poem will be really despondent to change the mood :)

@Sparsh: Yup, it indeed could be a circular circle :) However, I agree with your thought that it is perfect the way it is.

RS said...

neat! Becoming a dad is having a sweet effect on your verses :)

Parth said...

@RS: Thanks. It has also made them very sparse. Not getting time to sit and write something new yet.