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i could see it in her eyes..a well acquainted fear..
ghosts of past chasing as halloween was near
guilt?? no.. repentance would be the word..
an aching pain inside..to her alone heard..
i identified her face..and i could identify with her
and condone her jay-walking..break rules she won’t adhere
Cris-cross the four blocks..to the dismay of the motorist
guess she was in a hurry..a client she had to assist
oh these silly morons.. the money monger bankers
one moment of application surprise and they go bonkers
call up everyone reachable and voice-mail for the rest
i had been in her shoes.. i could sense the unrest
i kept pace with the blond and my eyes did convey the “hi”
she was devoid of american niceties..i didn’t incite a reply
and we reached the final lap..and our signal said go..
and “go” she did like an olympian with last 10 yards or so
she paced herself to the elevator bank.. ignoring the concierge’s hello
pale she was as it is.. with the closing doors she went yellow
back she went to the concierge… guess to correct her rude mistake
and politely asked for the restroom keys..few calls you have to take 🙂
got all of it but for the gender of the protagonist.
@current
why do you think the narrator could identify with the protagonist?
/* An aching pain inside */….Could easily identify with this. But what was her pain ?? And Yours ??
@surya
make arsi upma with 4 red chillies and you would know what the pain was..
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha… more than the post i just laughed of my a$$ for the reply “make arsi upma with 4 red chillies and you would know what the pain was..” ROFL :-).. good one, the post as well as the comment… so whts up with u?
Some other option please 🙂
I have the desire to start a blog after reading all your posts.Where to start? Is the question.
The poems are Spontaneous and Scintillating. What flow ! ceaseless cascade of words, thoughts, visuals, images, scenes, scenarios, ideas and the play of intelligence.
Every line is unique and wonderful !
I got a blog today, with the heat of Inspiration.
The URL is http://www.suryachimera.blogspot.com.
Thanks Surya.. and your sin of hyperbole is condoned..:)
Checked you blog.. thats something..keep up the good work..
A fire raged within me as I witnessed the destruction on TV,
Guns ablaze, they killed their brothers and tainted the sanctity of an indefatigable city;
I had walked along those very streets, I could loose myself in memories,
And now they were smeared with the blood of innocents, sprayed with the scent of melancholy;
I moaned and groaned under the increasing weight of the guilt laden upon the earth,
For it would take us years to overcome this loss of creativity, to regain our dignity.
I felt disillusioned, and I looked around for inspiration and guidance,
I wandered around aimlessly onto a path I had never trod on before;
The deviation from a familiar environment awoke me from my stupor,
I glanced around cynically, expecting to be greeted by yet another anomaly,
But instead I was ushered into a land of astonishing beauty;
A land where words flowed with the soothing sounds of a gentle stream,
A land where the people still spoke the language of rationality,
I felt like I had finally reached where I belonged, I had rediscovered humanity.
This is a small tribute to all the writers whose creativity and imagination has kept me sane through all the atrocities and injustice that we have witnessed in the past.
Your post made me smile, thanks a lot!!!!
Take care and keep smiling.