Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Evening drizzle.. puddles and slush... chai at bmw... running for cover and not liking it... passive smoking... thoughts running through my head as usual while I try not to make the usual disgusted face when people around me smoke. It takes a long time to get used to people smoking around you, and even longer to understand why people smoke.

Anyway, this was written within 5 minutes at one go..

3rd July 2006; 7 pm.

You long for her
Cherish her
Hold her delicately
between your pretty fingers
Give her light
Look at her admiringly
You bring her to your lips
Kiss her
Exchange breaths
Hold on to her
till the end
Love her, thank her
for giving you few moments of
being ok.

And then you throw her
in the puddle
stamp on her
and walk away.

And she can't even
look back at you.
There's no goodbye.

3 comments:

Neelam Prabhu Gaonker said...

a penny for your thoughts shivi !!!! neither can i understand why people smoke !!!!

but dont u think 'she' has her revenge ??? sweet revenge served cold....

Neelam Prabhu Gaonker said...
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Dawa said...

Goodness me, you write well! Very heartfelt.