Friday, August 21, 2009

The Walk

She walked the staircase. Carefully. Tactfully. Her story reflected; just like water trickling down into the washbasin; in the way she walked. In her apparent blank stare. In those vigorous blinks. In the span of the minute she decided to look away. In her slow chatter. Yes, in the way she walked.

What is her story? That in itself is another story. For there is more to a stare, than eye contact. There is more to blinking than eyelashes. There is a depth in every word. In every action. And there is light in every dark step.

Shadow, that is her other name.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009


She passed me by
With that emotionless bundle
Yes, she passed me by.

Staring with blank eyes
She didn't look straight
Looking back,
She craved for a smile.
While she just passed me by
With that blank face.

Walk on; scream for your life
No, the skies don't inspire
Water isn't (her) perspire.

On the face of it
Dreamss lie
Deep inside
Dormant earthquakes; so sly.

Now, the snake sneaks out
Lurking around, it slithers through
And with that emotionless bundle
That blank stare
Her dreams slither with that snake
In or out, take a calm guess. :)