Remember that sunny day when
waves tickled your feet and
teased you to play?
yet you sat by my side
looking at me intently
instead of the book.
I wasn't sure if you were
paying attention to my words
or the crashing of the waves
that reflected through my eyes.
I hardly remember what I read
I do not know which chapter
made you cry,
but I knew at that moment,
I was not just reciting a story
but making my own,
that I'd cherish for years to come.
- Lohithaksha
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Senseless scribbles
PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.