Friday, August 15, 2008


Contentment is found
in different things now
Not that the medium matters
But just for the record.

There is relishing of life
And not letting the moment go;
That tenacity of childhood still lingers
Like the aroma of sprinkled spices
long after the cooking.

In reminiscence
We often stretch the time
And in that longing
We some how find
A sense of belonging.

1 comment:

Rukhiya said...

A favorite again from your bottling-factory. :P