A Reunion

Many moons later
They met again
She had changed for the world
But to his eyes, she was the same
He ignored the wrinkles
That now lined her face
And the streaks of white
Blended with her jet black hair
His eyes still saw the twinkle
Her eyes had always borne
Her feeble arms, she raised
Embracing the man
And wishing, he was a boy once more
He remembered her voice
He heard her sing, every day
For twelve years and twelve months
Till 'Growing-Up' took him away
But although his boyhood had run out
Although his life went on
Even though the distances had grown
A part of his heart, with her it did stay

Comments

  1. Brian MillerJanuary 29, 2010 at 12:01 AM

    wonderful. there are little pieces of my heart scattered, in the breeze of my history.

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  2. CaboJanuary 29, 2010 at 8:46 AM

    That was Fantastic. Awesome, Bro.

    (Can I hire you to write me some lyrics???) :)

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  3. CaboJanuary 29, 2010 at 8:46 AM

    That was Fantastic. Awesome, Bro.

    (Can I hire you to write me some lyrics???) :)

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  4. NitiJanuary 29, 2010 at 8:02 PM

    Reminds me of the movie "Veer Zaara" or however that is pronounced..

    starts beautifully.. ends slightly vague..but I guess that's poetry..
    poetry is not my forte..so I usually refrain from commenting about that

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  5. NitiJanuary 29, 2010 at 8:02 PM

    Reminds me of the movie "Veer Zaara" or however that is pronounced..

    starts beautifully.. ends slightly vague..but I guess that's poetry..
    poetry is not my forte..so I usually refrain from commenting about that

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  6. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 29, 2010 at 8:12 PM

    @ Brian... When those little pieces come back, it's a wonderful feeling. I found out just how wonderful a few days back.

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  7. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 29, 2010 at 8:14 PM

    @ Cabo... Poems are one thing. Songs... to be honest, never done that in my life. I'll need to work on it, and would probably need a lot of time... but, I can always give it a shot :)

    Thanks, man. Meant a lot to me. By the way, saw some of your videos on youtube, good songs there.

    Cheers...

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  8. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 29, 2010 at 8:14 PM

    @ Cabo... Poems are one thing. Songs... to be honest, never done that in my life. I'll need to work on it, and would probably need a lot of time... but, I can always give it a shot :)

    Thanks, man. Meant a lot to me. By the way, saw some of your videos on youtube, good songs there.

    Cheers...

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  9. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 29, 2010 at 8:15 PM

    @ Niti... Haven't seen that movie yet, don't really know what it's all about... this one, however, was inspired by my school reunion, and in a weird way, an afternoon with Thamma (that's my grandmother).

    Hope you enjoyed this one...

    Cheers...

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  10. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 29, 2010 at 8:15 PM

    @ Niti... Haven't seen that movie yet, don't really know what it's all about... this one, however, was inspired by my school reunion, and in a weird way, an afternoon with Thamma (that's my grandmother).

    Hope you enjoyed this one...

    Cheers...

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  11. KarthikFebruary 6, 2010 at 9:03 AM

    That was so beautiful and refreshing, man. Poetry is not my cuppa tea, but when it's a piece like this, I can always enjoy. Just too good.

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  12. järnebrandFebruary 6, 2010 at 7:51 PM

    That was a beautiful poem. Loved it.

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  13. KayFebruary 11, 2010 at 6:42 AM

    oh, so true. how many places the heart must be at once. the beauty be it big enough. heartfelt write, indeed.

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