Twirling under the stone
Marked years
I consumed
I wonder
It’s been awhile
She caressed
Young marine’s marble
She’d visit often
Though she never acknowledged me
Just a passing glance
My oh my!
Later when she’d go
Marine would cry
Give me sleepless nights
Prayed, she finds another guy
I was jolted awake
Sound of gunshots
When the marine and I became neighbors
I noticed her for the first time
Just like the last time…
A long time gone past
And I wonder
It’s been awhile…
arjun bagga 
your words are always so beautiful
When I read “Stoned” my first thought was “weed”. How single minded am I? 😀
Me too.
Now I’m not that embarrassed:) Thanks, John 🙂
Beautiful…
Very beautiful…
Thank you!
I enjoy moments of realization….
You did a long long time back…
Love the dark humour. Beautiful.
Perhaps the marine “lost his head”?
Nice one Arjun, you tell a good story.
Good work, Arjun. I see I am not alone in thinking of weed. An arresting shot and great accompaniment of words.
Thank you Ellen!
You see, the real beauty of life is to not meet “Prince charming” but blush each time at the very thought of him, make a picture of him in your head and not just when you are alive but beyond too cause if you find him, its over.
I just want to touch one of those heads.
I might also have thought to use them as book propers.
That’s probably supposed to be bad.
Really? Why is that?
mmm i get the sense that they are more to be used as an altar and that my way would be seen as otherwise. I suppose that quite often when I go by instinct, I can trod upon things outside of my own culture, just because I do not know them. They just made me laugh and I’d keep them upside down or sideways on the special bookcase that I have, along with the willow.
Your awareness on a wide range of subjects is phenomenal. Your very first reaction to touch them followed by a brilliant idea of book propers is incredible.
My goodness your standing with me at that tree allowed a poem to come out! I haven’t written in months! 🙂
Standing at that tree? Where’s the poem?
Elisa’s Spot, new post lol
your words are delightful.
Arjun-I enjoyed the poem very much-you tell wonderful stories with your words.
but-
the photo-spectacular! The color, the angle, the light-dead on terrific!
Ah! You’ve inspired me to follow my newly found passion. I’m dancing!
Thanks Arjun for the lovely end that after all these beautiful words you let understand how deeply a person can or is not involved !
Arjun, love the story within the lovely words.
Thank you, Judy! 🙂
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So intriguing.. I love it 🙂 jumping to part 2!
I love this i reread stone 3 times it is very poetic, your words were awesome, Thank You for sharing