aparna devalla

Luncheon - Poem by aparna devalla

Sitting in front of my laptop,
Musing about the day we had,
Only friends can get together like that
Have all the fun and still share happiness

The conversation was fed,
By humor and laughter,
Stomachs were filled, and
Hearts, satiated.

Life is such a mess, and
Provides us such lovely chances
To select our friends.
We can lay bare in their presence.

All the looney things we do,
We say over and over again
We love, hate and ignore
We forget and start over, once more.

All the people in our life,
Are treated with lots of spice.
With friends they are discussed,
Marinated and fried.

We do right, we do wrong.
We are nice and then we are not.
We don’t understand ourselves
But we still hold on to our friends.

Varied hues of life, varied shades of colour
Some come mature and some come coy,
Some lugubrious, some unburdened.
All part of the picture, all look perfect.

We can curse or praise,
We can approve or please
We can tear each other apart,
Or love till the last blood drops.

We are we.
No excuses. No explanations.
With friends we are alive
Otherwise we would be only living.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

My friends and I had gone for a lunch. The happiness I felt, I had to write it down.

Comments about Luncheon by aparna devalla

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (3/22/2015 12:51:00 AM)

    A poem full of mirth and frolic! (Report) Reply

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  • Rajnish Manga (3/21/2015 3:13:00 AM)

    So very true. This is all a part of an excitement in that particular phase of life called youth. Bereft of an overload of inhibitions and needless hangover of do's and don't's in our relationships at that age ensures we make best out of it. Great poem. Thanks and congrats. I quote: All the looney things we do / We say over and over again / We love, hate and ignore / We forget and start over, once more. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 21, 2015

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