Tuesday, February 08, 2011

The Horizons

The old fisherman paddles along the backwaters of life
Looking back at all the catches he made and missed
Remembering the umpteen dawns and twilights
Feeling each ripple in the sea portraying his memories
Smiling nonchalantly at the days of an empty return and the look on his spouse
Cherishing all the plugs to keep his skiff alive
Crying silently at his memories of his sons journey
When he looks at the sun setting,The Horizon is not too near yet too far..


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautiful. Stimiulus?

6:25 PM  
Anonymous The Nerve said...

no such stimulus as such...jus describin life frm the origin to the end..

1:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Described well. Let them flow further...

8:56 PM  

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