Poem: Like on a swing

Posted on March 21, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan

This is how we must love,
like a child on a swing.

Tethered to nothing,
but the constant rhythm
of movement. To and fro.

We meet like this,
every once in a while.
A sandpit to save us.
Even if should fall.

Which we will. Ultimately.

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Neha Viswanathan. City-hopping, trivia-gathering, identity-hunting. Obsessions include culture, social software, cities, literature, internet, music, history, marketplace and anything that doesn't twinkle.
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14 Responses to Poem: Like on a swing

  1. Shefaly says:
    March 21, 2009 at 11:50 pm

    I perhaps should not say this here but somehow this reminds me of a Friends episode. :-/ Ross takes Emma, his daughter with Rachel to the park to play on the swings. Rachel is scared and scarred due to some childhood injury on swings that had required her tresses to be cut off. Needless to say, the turn of events is such that by the end of the episode, both Ross and Rachel have the same views on the abilities of swings to injure people physically (and scar them psychologically).

  3. Mamma Mia! Me a Mamma?!? says:
    March 22, 2009 at 4:26 am

    Beautiful thought. Beautifully written.

  4. naren says:
    March 22, 2009 at 5:43 am

    Beautifully written. Reminiscent of Emily Dickinson

  5. Kavi says:
    March 22, 2009 at 9:14 am

    Yes. We will. all of us. Well written !

  6. Nilu says:
    March 22, 2009 at 12:31 pm

    If problem with beautiful verse is, truth sometimes takes the charm out of honesty.

  8. Indyeah says:
    March 22, 2009 at 7:44 pm

    so true..and so beautifully and simply captured..

  10. Vijesh says:
    March 23, 2009 at 4:17 pm

    Beautifully written.

  12. Aparna says:
    March 23, 2009 at 9:42 pm

    maar dala.

  14. priyanka says:
    March 30, 2009 at 9:31 am

    brief and beautiful.