I walk alone

Another day dawns
and life goes on
as I walk alone
a ghost, a shadow.

The trees, the rose
and the shimmering rainbow
merrily dance around
but I walk alone
a ghost, a shadow.

Our paths cross
my world is rocked
violins and harps
bid me to ask
why I walk alone
a ghost, a shadow.

Those eyes, that smile
& beautiful eyebrows
bountiful package, puckered lips
sexy denims, flowery whiff
and yet I walk alone
a ghost, a shadow.

Now we walk the path
barely a feet apart
I close in for the kill
but then she turns
and disarms by will
now I stalk alone
a ghost, a shadow.

I switch to plan B
and conduct a felony
stride up to her
and ask
why I stalk alone
a ghost, a shadow.

Shocked and awed
she politely denied
and now I sigh alone
a ghost, a shadow.



This piece, long lost in the multitudes of files accumulating on my (fictitious) desk, was finally rescued by a very dear friend and a fellow blogger. Hence, I thought about dedicating this one to her or something, but now I think it really does not stand upto her charisma. So I just present it here....as nothing but a random collection of words.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

its one of those oblivious ones... my type. keep walking... -neels.

Deepika said...

Well i dnt think this blogger needs ' reasons ', or 'comments' to go on and i never knew that a muddled mind can weave such articulate thoughts..........in other words, its a nice blog.........

cheers