Monday, February 19, 2007

Wisdom of the Ages

She glances at the clock and starts
“It’s true, it seems, what they say
About time and how it darts
When you are having your way”
It seems to her, strange how her definition
Of fun has undergone a transformation
Now it’s more about reading a good book,
Or testing exotic leek or celeriac as a cook,
Or talking to a trusted friend after ages
And not so much about clubs or parties,
Or dares, or dressing up, or witty repartees
With strangers. Gone are those stages.
Perhaps this means she’s getting old
Or maybe just that through fire comes gold.

8 Comments:

Blogger J said...

How have you been Aarti?

Like the way you make mundane things lyrical!

5:37 AM  
Blogger Parth said...

The ghost of Vikram Seth has firmly settled on you!!

10:57 AM  
Blogger RTD2 said...

Hey Jyo...thanks :)
And yes. Ghost. Firmly. Settled.

8:59 PM  
Blogger sd said...

Very Nice.

10:07 PM  
Blogger dinesh said...

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1:13 PM  
Blogger dinesh said...

What is it ? Am I not a trusted friend or has it not been ages yet ? :)

Pick up the phone and call man...need to talk to you !

1:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I came upon your site quite by chance, and stole (with a polite reference) this poem for my own post today. I just feel as if i'm leaving those young stages of fun, and my friends don't understand so there's some friction with the transition...I just thought that you put it very nicely. Thanks.

8:55 PM  
Blogger RTD2 said...

Thanks for dropping by Jessica...and I'm very flattered. Now if only I could see your site :)

8:41 PM  

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