Thursday, June 12, 2008

Trodden

Silence surrounds
As if a promise was found, vacuous;
We sit around the dinner table
Together for one (last) time.

We expect the paths to cross again
pray that it should happen
but not too soon.

The smiles of inevitability
cast a spell across, and we
Break off into stories
reminiscing the trodden path.

2 comments:

gunjan said...

is this for doctor !!

Doc said...

My dear!!! The world is not flat
We surely would cross……….
Till then….its Gtalk :)