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.


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 ~~

Anonymous said...

so very simple and cute !!

Sanket Rathod said...

:) ...
...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 ..

Anonymous said...

i agree with prats! :)

KingS said...


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... :)