Poetry

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

~ Robert Frost

Love At first Sight

I had my mind made up,

I was sure of what I wanted to say,

And I was very sure of how
it has to end;

This time it was different,

I came, I saw and I fell,

In one big moment,

hook, line and sinker;

I never believed in Love at first sight,

believing it to be an incarnation of those

cheesy, romantic Hollywood chick flicks,

that bores you to death;

Yet, here I was,

Numb,

Fixated at every word that came out of her mouth,

transfixed;

No sparks, nothing,

Just a feeling,

A wordless feeling (best described as),

Happiness and Joy;

A small tingle in my throat,

A pause before my words,

I victim of the love cupid,

My heart skipped a beat;

~ by Praveen at http://www.poetryoflife.com/