Friday, October 3, 2008


When I slow down,
the world goes by,
so fast that it's nothing,
but a colorful blur.

I stand still,
and try to make sense,
of all that's happening,
without and within.

All things that I hold dear,
vanish one by one.
Everyone who is near,
is changing with the tide.

And it is then when I feel it,
As slow and quiet,
as the blooming of a rose bud,
the small but sure changes in me.

It is a comfort,
to say the least.
While the world's not constant,
I, too, am changing with it.


Ripple (VJ) said...

Rose is beautiful...

Vaishali Ahuja said...

Beautiful sketch..Keep up your work!!

Vaishali Ahuja said...

Nice Poetry as well..

anjalinim said...

Beautiful sketch dear and a lovely poem :-).