Honey Hive
The account of the main event day remains to be written. I will write it as soon as possible. Till then here is one more poem i wrote...
I yearned
for privacy
When we
were five
Cluttered
in a small room
Like a
busy bee hive
We ate,
we slept
We
laughed, we cried
Together
we enjoyed
Life’s
roller coaster ride
I wished
for some space
For
myself to reconcile
Some time
to sit alone
And train
my mind, docile
Five reduced
to four
And four
changed to three
Chasing
our goals in life
We set
ourselves free
Now I
have my space
I have
the time I need
But, I
don’t know how to spend it
I drop a
tear bead
We still
talk often
Share
each day’s account
Yet I am
lonely and
My insecurities
mount
Now I
know the power
Of a
cluttered honey hive
To make
sweet honey
Together
they strive
Good one... I can see where its coming from.... Phases of life - each is different - has its good and bad... thats all I can say...:-)
ReplyDelete:-) Thankyou ... Different moods bring out different emotions. :-) What more can i say?
ReplyDeleteIts a terrible tug-of-war isn't it? We crave for privacy and at the same time want our loved ones close. Beautiful poem, very close to the truth :)
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