Sunday, November 26, 2006

I dress for the occasion

Hiding my red blood
Gown of love…
I ran through tough terrains
With downcast eyes
Trying to get away from known strangers
And unknown people

Now. I hid behind a rundown stairs
My gown caught in a rusted rail
Huh! Successful in escaping my mom’s friend’s daughter’s husband
By a whisker

Now. I stumbled upon a stone
In my attempt at speeding away
From my colleagues at station
A patch of dirty brown peeped
From the left knee of my gown
Huh! Escaped every familiar eye
By an inch

Now. Hungry and thirsty
I looked for a familiar friendly hand
To offer some comfort…
By now they were the then-friends
Truly formal friends

I ambled. I fell. I crawled.
I leapt at your sight.
I knocked at your door…
You did not recognise the
Tatter clad me…
My pride lost. My grandeur…
My self as you saw it

I lay there in my most naked form
Revealing my true self to you…
You could not handle it…

Now I hide from self.
Everyday in a fresh, crisply ironed suit
Full of practiced pride and perfected grandeur

I dress for the occasion.

4 Comments:

Blogger A Desolated Soul said...

i am at loss for words...........

9:04 PM  
Blogger A Desolated Soul said...

..i am getting the vibes of the character/situation...somehow i feel that i shouldn't have read this one....it's giving me a low.
--you..at times strongly remind me of a person i knew..

9:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey...
long time no see...
arrey plz dont feel depressed ya... and no killing my identity by comparing me to others!!!
just kidding!
keep visiting. cheers.
love,
nisha

9:50 PM  
Blogger sounder said...

hiii dear.. so hot u r .. luv u so much..
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3:00 AM  

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