Not a leaf moves.

Not a stone takes it upon itself

To roll to a side.

Not a tree desires to sway.

Not a vehicle arrives.

Not a human decides to stroll this way

Nor a pet or a stray.

I open my eyes.

Leaves are rustling.

Trees are swaying in the wind.

Cars swoosh past,

Flinging pebbles to the flanks

Cats meow eerily

Busy dogs sprint along

For no purpose

The world moves on.

I shudder and I…

close my eyes again.

By |2021-06-24T01:52:49+00:00December 5th, 2019|Thoughts|2 Comments

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  1. Pradeep Nair December 22, 2019 at 4:17 am - Reply

    Nothing is as constant as change!

  2. Jeena R. Papaadi December 26, 2019 at 6:40 am - Reply


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