Posted in Poetry & Prose

The Story Behind Her Walls

She was pristine, untouched.
He ached to reach forbidden peaks.
She saw him approaching;
Built up walls high:
Impossible for him to sneak.

He renounced all attempts,
and settled for a heart-to-heart instead.
She became amicable and unknowing
while to her instincts, poison he fed.

She raised him on pedestals,
mighty and high
till he finally rest his elbows on her walls,
to lean in and spy.

One day, he leaped over
and sneaked upon her.
Taken aback, she struck him down
like thunder.

Ego wounded,
outside her walls he crept.
Mourning the loss of a friend,
bitterly she wept.

Time flew by;
she missed him a lot.
Wondering what would have been
had she struck him not.

Knocking down her walls,
she extended a hand
to find he had headed
for greener lands.

Wandering away,
beyond the horizons he had gone.
Amidst the rubble she shed a tear,
got up, and moved on.

– Saumya Patki

Posted in Poetry & Prose

A Letter To An Old Friend

Years have passed.
Time’s been lost.
We’re adults for sure,
Very much mature

Guitars abandoned,
Tunes forgotten,
Memories lie asunder
Across paths long trodden.

Broken shoelaces
And young cheerful faces
Replaced by sophistication,
But with graying traces.

I know a different You;
You’re used to a different Me.
We’ve changed, not the same
Our friendship’s a mere memory.

We’re known strangers now,
Chaotic feelings within.
Pondering over the past,
Judging each other
For what could have been ..

Years have passed.
Time’s been lost.
We’re adults for sure,
Indeed very mature.

– Saumya Patki