Talking, talking – all the while,
She and me, we walked a mile.
A little closer, to somewhere unknown –
Like aimless feathers riding the blown!
Over the years, we locked our lives:
Imprisoned safe, in our own hives.
From morning tea to midnight snack
Leaving no space for a perilous crack!
All voices that made the world so damned
All ethics and styles that we faithfully crammed
All eyes that accounted every breath and sigh-
It’s time to forego – before evening s die.
Locking ourselves in our comfort zones
Bringing closer our funny bones
We walk on slow for our steps to match
Reading all stories, those wait to hatch.
Talking, talking – about our lives,
Bout husbands, children, friends and wives –
Bout glasses of wines and cigarette smoke
And the discontent that made us choke!
One last time – all cars that stand,
(Like birds of prey locked in the sand)
Bid adieu, to the shadows that stray
Down broken roads to faraway!
2 comments:
Very lyrical... :) rhythmic! Lovely poem :)
Thank you Madhumathi for your comment ... You could take a look at some of the other poems too if you like.
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