Some things are quite hard to acquire like the pebbles formed in the streams and perfect shaped rocks we see around us. The journey they went through to achieve this perfection does make me think. What all they might have experienced in their life’s journey. Which all beautiful places they might have seen..
Aren’t they inspiring us? Aren’t they giving the message how hard is to achieve something in life. We admire the beauty of it. We use pebbles for decoration. If they had life they would have told us never ending stories. When I look at them its not just the stones I see. I see their life. That’s what inspire me to frame poems.
Scared to be taken away by the stream
The only force binding them is their unity
With a promise not to leave one behind
Holding each other tightly with passion
Days getting harder struck by rain
Wind showing no mercy in their fate
Praying that day shouldn’t come soon
Choking them with pain of separation
Warm touch of sunlight embracing tightly
Sleeping peacefully protected by mountains
Untouched, unharmed and unstained..
Awaiting for the touch of her beloved
To wake up to a day full of light and love
Where the watchful eyes are faraway..
Waiting to torment her and torture her
for her need for a better tomorrow..