Oishee's Poems

Poetry is supposed to be the 'spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions (well, almost)....These however, are some crazy experiments and explorations in expression. Er...actually not even that. It's just my space :) Read at the risk of your impending boredom ;) The actual dates of all the poems is missing:( But does that really matter so much?:)

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Goodbye She Waves

Goodbye she waves,
To the rippled sands,
Where once she toyed,
With floating shells.
And while she looks in,
Through the water
At signs of those times...
They lap her feet-
All scattered and lost,
The grains of moments
Dissipated and gone.