Sitting with her
As he threw pebbles in the pond
you are engaging in futility
Don’t you think?
Why do you need things to change?
Why not let status quo remain?
What won’t change, won’t change ever
The pond won’t change and let the pebble float
it would always sink, Don’t you think?
He took her hand in his hand & whispered
Look he said as he threw a pebble in the pond
watching the pebble hold the storm
dancing from ripple to ripple
the pebble danced all along
Kissing the rising waves
Caressing the ebbing waves
trying to hold her ground
the little pebble, drowned
sinking with the sucking craves
It lived the moment,
caressing each and every drop
feeling his soul in every flop
fully aware of the consequences
realising the inferences
never to come back on ground
the pebble would lie in her pond
He looked at her and said
life my dear does not give the same inferences
utilities and futilities are personal references
Futile things are better known to satisfy
Since they don’t give, they don’t deprive
it’s not a question of what I think
the pebble always knew it would sink
but that’s what love is all about
don’t you think?