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April 6, 2010

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As I hold these grains of sand
It aches to see them 
Slip away.

A curtain specked
Unfurled through my fingers.

Away...
Away it goes...

And then a smile escapes.

I know one day
Each one would come back as
Pearl.

ps: Cheers to gorgeous moments..!!

14 comments:

Divya said...

is it optimism you talkin abt here?

Suresh Kumar said...

The pic is beautiful... so s the poem...

ABHISHEK SiM said...

wonderful thought there. :)

ANWESA said...

Beautiful!!

It made me smile..

anubhavb said...

Amazing ! Great poetry and really love the way you've played with the metaphor.

May each grain that slips away transform into a beautiful pearl.

Sometimes we're so worried about the slipping grains that we miss out on stuff that would result in the most beautiful pearls...

An amazing poem.

Chandrika Shubham said...

How nice each one will become pearl! :)

Usha Pisharody said...

Gorgeous, delicate and playful at the same time, not to forget profound as well!

That is destiny, isn't it? The pearl?

Lovely poem!

akanksha said...

Beautiful! You are just too good!

~NeeR~ said...

its nice......

Nalini Hebbar said...

I have an award waiting for you on my blog!
short and sweet...sand and the pearl...I prefer the sand on the beach to the pearl:)

Aayushi Mehta said...

What a lovely verse, quite inspiring! Cheers to gorgeous moments, indeed! :)

Thousif Raza said...

i love it... i so love it.... great awesome... beautiful... exquisite... love it.... :)


and congos on the cheerful wala moment ;)....

take care and keep writing...........

Tulika said...

@ Divya:
Optimism, yeah may be. Optimism is everywhere. Why not in this verse. Free to open interpretation. But I would like to add. There are some precious moments in life and this speaks about that.

@ Suresh:
Thank you :)

@ Sim & Anwesa di:
:)

@ Anubhav:
Thank you :)

@ Chandrika:
:)

@ Usha ma'm:
Destiny..umm.. I would add certainly destined :)
Thanks.

@ Akansha:
Thanks a lottt.

Tulika said...

@ Neer:
:)

@ Nalini mam:
Beautiful.
And here I speak of sand of time. :)
Of course the sand on beach is more precious.

@ Aayushi
Welcome to Muse Memoir.
Thank you so much. :)

@ Thousif:
Thanks thanks... :)