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An escapist and hounding reality...

The two kittens were fighting and scratching each other...
Now they are in sleep..a square meal..and their mother is gone..
The vitality has already begun..
The time in between..I didn't realize...

Smitten by a grotesque feeling..
Lost somewhere..stuck somewhere...
The rescue route..untraveled..has never been tried in fact...

I watched the man who forgot his meal-box
in haste to catch the daily train...
I have seen the wayfarer..scrounging through his map..
I have seen people strange..
Speeding high..
Voluptuous fly..
Basking in the sunset-canvas-sky...

The deepest eyes..darkest shadows behind..
And the man who sees it with an intense try..
The time in between...I didn't realize...

Comments

anindyo said…
wow............ really good.... piece .... lot of thinking went into this one ..!! the growing up ...n sudden realization ... nice ..:-)
November 15, 2009 at 5:36 PM
rimz said…
nicely jotted.
subtle observations n realisations frm a gamut of day to day life presented so delicately...
November 15, 2009 at 7:04 PM
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