Image

The Path …

A breezy love poem, by Sarala, exclusively for Different Truths.

Do you remember this path? 
With flowers on both sides 
Making it so lovely and beautiful 

Every dawn and dusk we two 
would go for a walk without
uttering a word enjoying the 
beautiful nature 

We two enjoyed the togetherness
And chatted on every subject 
Under the sun as we both were 
educated well mostly on all subjects 

There was something missing 
In me which I was trying to find out 
Not getting the answer I asked 
you do you know what’s troubling 
My heart and you said it’s nothing 
It's your love for me which is 
causing the trouble. 

We both laughed and agreed yes 
I love you from the first day we 
met at the beautiful path but 
I restrained myself from saying it 
As I was not sure of myself 

Now, you told me the reason I agreed 
With you totally and we both decided 
To get married in the month of 
April, when the first rain wets the 
Parched lands and lovelorn hearts 

A beautiful love story took shape 
In the month of April when it 
first rained and we inhaled the 
fresh petrichor arising 
from the brown earth sublime! 

Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths

author avatar
Sarala Balachandran
Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Releated Posts

Of Laundry, White Shirt and Rebirth

Soumik’s poem describes the washing machine humming to life and spinning dirty laundry into rebirth, for Different Truths.…

ByBySoumik De Dec 4, 2025

Haunting Baroque Melodies Over Restless Blue Waves

Sayantani’s poem deals with baroque whispers on blue shores: a nomad bard’s haunting tryst, for Different Truths. The…

Aquarius/Living out of Poem

Aquarius A poem of longing and wish by Tatjana. Dedicated to Dragoljub Djuričić While it’s raining, and when…

ByByTatjana Debeljacki Dec 2, 2025

When the Flame Dies, True Love is Reborn

Ashok’s poem dwells on a lone flame, it flickers low, whispering the ancient truth: every life must dim…

error: Content is protected !!