Sunday, September 20, 2009

rolling stone

a rolling stone, i
gather no moss,
only coloured gravel —
some drab, some dark, and
few bright gems.

16 comments:

Darshan Chande said...

Wow! Nice poem :)

mesjay said...

Thanks, Darshan. You write poems too, na?

azassk said...

nice and worthwhile

mesjay said...

@Azassk, thanks. Wonder if you well settled guys ever feel this way :)

Blind Dayze said...

me likes this a lot!!!!

mesjay said...

@Blindd, thanks.

Sekibuhchhuak said...

NICE !

mesjay said...

@Seki, thanks.

feddabonn said...

beautiful!
and who wants moss when you have coloured gravel, eh?

mesjay said...

@feddabonn, thanks. moss is softer than gravel.

Calliopia said...

This is so you. Succinct, to the point and yet so tellingly you.

mesjay said...

@Calliopia, i like your new pic. Sunday? Wonder which part of the post is more me -- the rolling or the writing!

Peer Gynt said...

i read it over and over again. its beautiful!

mesjay said...

thanks, Peer. Feels good to have one's piece appreciated.

mnowluck said...

hehe.. I can relate to the 5 lines perfectly.. I'm a nomad :D

mesjay said...

@mnowluck, it seems we nomads are growing in number.