As clocks are wound and sundials are adjusted
As calendars are reviewed and days are crossed
As circles battle straight lines
I wish I am a boomerang
And not a satellite.
Happy to bounce back
Than be permanently set into orbit.
I have been away for months together and apologise to anyone who might, shockingly, still be keeping a tab on this space. I am done with a part of my life (I graduated, whoa!) that I shared with this blog. However, I shall try to keep alive this blog. I have also added hyperlinks to two wonderful songs, completely unrelated to the post but certainly worth a listen- Steven Strait's Boomerang and Guster's Satellite. Do listen to them!
3 comments:
It was a sweet poem, with a hint of lament. good job.
fun verse.
This was fun to read and I also want to be a boomerang, so that no matter where I get thrown, I always come back home.
Please keep on writing. May your weekend be wonderfully blessed! :-)
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