Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

The Pebbles and the Footprints…

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Black and white they stretched for miles,

Little pebbles along my beautiful shore.

I loved bathing them each time my waves crashed,

Only to recede and have them asking for more.

I cleansed the beach at the break of dawn,

I wet it with romance in the middle of the night,

Yet, there was never a time that I didn’t see,

Two pebbles that stood motionless to every wave in sight.

As I kissed them gently one spring morn,

I whispered quietly in their ear…What is it that holds you to your ground ?

When all the other pebbles seem to move in fear?

Smoothed with age and with my every tide,

The pebbles shone like  jewels on the shore.

We mark a spot that you have washed many a times, they said

Of two pairs of footprints that are here no more.

I caressed them softly one more time,

As I regaled in the pristine beauty of my frothy white

What do you talk of, little pebbles ? I asked,

Where are these footprints that have been lost from your sight ?

The pebbles told of a story from long ago,

Of a love that was new, bold, and had just taken flight.

The footprints, they said, were all I left behind,

As my ravenous waves too hungered for their love that night.

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Author: Yours Truly, Pritha

Professionally have I OD'd on OD ( organizational development ) for over a decade and more . Personally, I am all about making the mundane a wee bit more meaningful and of course a lot more fun in the process. In the course, of course, I very often fall flat on my face, but the joy of getting up makes it worth the "trip" ! Visit, explore, and do write back what you thought, and why you will come back again or never ever; either way I am grateful you dropped by ! Am quite a scatterbrain which is synonymous with being a Saggittarian, so don't take me too seriously; I try not to :) on most of my sensible days. On "other" days, I have more than enough very very well meaning well wishers, who do that for me and land me safely back to earth ! What would I do without them I wonder ? And then I pause, and I often ponder. For all the times I haven't let them be, How on earth would they feel, they were saner than me? Arguably and not so humbly yours... Pritha PS: And yes.. a new mom at 41 is my new identity and I am writing a new chapter with my little girl one gurgle at a time...

One thought on “The Pebbles and the Footprints…

  1. touched thats what it is to me again i am diya the dark hawk or the black knight wow its beautiful

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