Software Symphony 65 'Playthings' - Page 56

Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.

Very true for human behaviour SVM. But if we think from Gods plan for someone we don't even have control on ourselves.

Vivacious and bubbly very perceptive and intuitive

Multi faceted and persistent,

Radiating great warmth and affection

You were my constant messenger this time last year

Your presence onstage made you skip the forum

You went missing and the verve on the group went with you

I can see you are thoroughly enjoying discovering other facets

Shimmer like a multi cut diamond...you are one in a million

A very happy birthday Namrathashree

Btwn vikas and namru's birthday,no sosy update...

Happy birthday namru...😊

Wish you a happy birthday Namratha!!!

SVM ⭐️
Thank you.

Namratha, Many Many Happy Returns of the Day.

Wow...I'm logging in after ages.

DII

A house and neighbourhood of childhood

Weaves a magic and casts a spell

A treasure trove of memories that

Saunter in or jostle vying for our attention

Peals of laughter at times of friendships lost and found

Of crushes and heart breaks of bickering and bonding

Of games and plots hatched and played

Of colours and fragrances associated with spots and nooks

Moving houses causes great trauma to some excitement in others

The door that he bolted to present her the rock

The calendar he pasted on to capture her lips

The French note he demanded as the premium gift unreturned

The bed she languished on thinking of him

The balcony she cleaned triggering a water crisis

The kitchen she made his coffee as he stood by watching her intently

The pooja room where chants played out each morn

The cross legged sadhanas

The room where to Periappa she unburdened her deepest secrets

The terrace Shubang got his name

The living room where kids and adults ran around as

As they took stock of each others culinary skills

The Thalaideepavali oil massage the Superman costume

The dhavanis and cargos the skinny tees and iyer snacks

The doodled books and papers to be marked

The landing the Iyers stood to watch their loved ones leave

The presswaalahs, Selvis, Singhs and dripping ACs

A house it will become A home it was to her

A repository of dreams and dark secrets

She misses it like mad and is blatant in flaunting its worth

I realize with DII a certain memory of mine of a Tale I love

Is forever entwined...I miss it like it were my home

Just loved the poem SV !!!