It’s the 7th day of the month.
I have this obsession with number 7, maybe from the time I started reading Harry Potter. (Yeah! Maybe earlier than this). Number 7 has nothing to with my poem today.
After writing the lines, I was clueless what to name this. And I didn’t try hard to name this poem.
As Shakespeare said in Romeo and Juliet,
As Shakespeare said in Romeo and Juliet,
“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.
This poem talks about complications in life. This is more of a reflection, as I write it at the end of the day.
Things would have been less complicated,
If we had talked to each other rather than talk about each other.
Things would have been less complicated,
If we had written to each rather than writing about each other.
Things would have been less complicated,
If We had criticised ourselves than others.
Things would have been less complicated,
If we had lived in the moment than for years
~Deep
Deep In Reverie 