Sameer's Writing Playground

My scratchpad of life thoughts

Sitting in the Woods


An angel walked by
As I sat in the woods

Switching from
Text messages
And social streams

To butterflies
Dancing in the leaves

They chase each other
Almost touching

The next move

A gentleman in his sixties
Walks by and asks
In a clear unhurried British voice –

“Are you sitting and writing that next sonnet
To add to your collection
Soaking in inspiration from this bench?”

I wasn’t but now I am 🙂
Not a sonnet but a something

The butterflies are back
This time for longer

My attention no longer
Pulls away

(This is from an early July afternoon when I was procrastinating email responses and other responsibilities. Instead of working, I went for a walk in a forested area in the city, and found a bench to sit on and read. I enjoy capturing these random chance encounters.)

1 Comment

  1. Prompted me to look away from the IPad to the waves surging and receding, going wild this monsoon. Thankyou for this moment into infinity.

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