Tuesday 28 May 2013

The stone


A little stone lay by the roadside,
Thousands passed by everyday,
But no one had the time to spare a glance..
And yet, the stone was happy in its solitude,
Its quiet reverie and its tranquil trance.
And then, one day a girl came along,
She took a fancy to the stone and its quiet song.
She heard the tremble in its tones,
And the soliloquy that struck a chord within her own,
And a bond was formed that day,
Yes, the girl treasured the stone,
Accorded it a place of honor and to friends it was shown,
Days were spent in quiet talks…and nights were full of whispers,
Secrets were shared, promises made....
And she made the stone forget its place,
The stone assumed them to be inseparable,
The inanimate being did know the meaning of forever,
But little did it know of the fickle human nature,
And their attachments and affections that last only as long
 as something more interesting does not come along.
But how can anyone expect a mere stone to comprehend,’
The depths and intricacies of human emotion,
Unknowingly it presumed too much and became too bold,
Forgot itself and did something that it wasn't told,
And viola, the girl finally realized..
That it was just a common roadside stone,
So out of the window it was thrown,
The stone landed in the same old place,
People still came and dint spare a glance.
But this time something had changed,
The stone was still there but….it had cracked.