Thursday, April 2, 2009

Memory lost

I stand behind a pretty
mother preaching her son of
the right and wrong.
A lose hair from her 
careless bun takes
my rimless glasses along

In an attempt to avoid
the free fall of my 
ever reliable ally,

I place my shoe on her 
naked foot.Unintentionally.
She lets out a cry.

Flattened spheres of gray 
plastic on my ears confine my 
audibility.Confused, I smile.

It is such a pleasure to
"people watch" in the 
peak hour rush.
But then a sense of
untold fear creeps and 
I stand hushed.
Left the purse back
home and here comes the
collector. Time to blush.

10 comments:

Ragpicker said...

So much like you nan! One of your best so far !!

Liked this part "It is such a pleasure to"people watch" in the peak hour rush.But then a sense ofuntold fear creeps and I stand hushed"
<-- let the truth behold

amazing keep writing foreva ~~

Pretty Me!! said...

so very simple and cute !!

Sanket Rathod said...

:) ...
...so...
...did u get away with it...
...???

Satans Darling™ said...

Smiling :):):):)

Very nice!

Muse said...

Different from your earlier ones. nice :-)

rahul aggarwal said...

hahaha...did u manage to get out of there???

Chronicwriter said...

i bite people who stand on my feet..

kiss the collector.. :)

nice one ..

www.chronicwriter.com

Leo said...

i agree with prats! :)

KingS said...

:D

hmmm... nice one again da.. so thats wht u do in bus eh da....

Aarthi said...

Hey Nan,

Superb!! So smooth... :)

I liked the ending... :)

Cheers

*PEACE*