The party was in full swing
Moonlight kissed new faces
The buzz, the excitement, the essence
of many lives from many places
An artist who spoke of the sweet hope in sunshine
A poet who complained of the lack of a good rhyme
The romantic who had shed many soft tears
A historian who had documented even the careless years
An adult who complained of growing up too soon
A child who went on and on about the man on the moon
The adventurer who had just stopped enroute to a new mountain
A diva who was soaked looking for her youth in a fountain
A philosopher with a reason even for the mundane
A writer who confessed to be inspired in the rain
The believer who counted beads in deep prayer
A cynic whose faith was concealed under many a layer
A loner who walked the road less travelled
A reader who just sat back and let mysteries unravel
The girl with a story and a treasure of good friends
An athlete who kept up doing silly stretches and bends
The music grew louder and the night grew still
And yet they all chatted happily, with earnest will
I wondered what they had in common, how could this possibly be
When my ringing alarm pointed out - That they were all me.

4 comments:
Nice!!
Beautiful,I am sure many can relate to your poem Pallavi
Wow, is there space for me at your party? Cuz I can bring quite a few of my own!! :)
Lovely poem!
wonderful. Enjoyed it much.
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