So, we meet tomorrow again?
Where??
‘My place.’
“Your place? No, my place”.
‘My place’
“No , my place”
.............
……….
It goes on…….
It is just that they want to hang on
With each other,
Not wanting to leave.
Deep in their mind is a place
Which is neither hers nor his,
It is a place that they can call ‘ours’.
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Scene is not so romantic
For the waitress waiting on their table,
….Other guests are in queue.
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OSI Prompt : Place
10 comments:
I suppose what really matters is spending time with each other - for however long they can, the place really doesn't matter.
This is indeed beautiful.. Harshadji..liked it..and such beauty is expected here..indeed..God bless us all.. let us keep evolving..
beautiful...and yes as long as they are together...the place does not really matter!!
Very clever and the thoughts are wonderful.
Deep in their mind is a place
Which is neither hers nor his,
It is a place that they can call ‘ours’.
A place where every night is moonlit with or without the moon;
where the sun shines not to make the time tick away but to colour the sky crimson, pink , orange, grey, violet; to make the rainbow, to make them wait for the rain; to give silhouette to the birds returning home, so that they can watch together
Where there will be no queues, his time will be her's and her time will be his, neither of them caring about the time
Beautiful write up sir. Thanks
Regards
What a sweet poem...when love is present, the place doesn't matter.
What a fun post. Thanks for stopping by my blog. I appreciate the prayer.
Added myself as a follower of your work.
Lisa
InspiredbyLisa
I can imagine that....lovely!
A FUN MIX OF FEELINGS... LOVE, LINGERING, PLANNING, AND THE IRRITATION OF OTHERS...
You made me smile! I hope they both went to the same place at the same time.
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