Thursday, February 3, 2011

She had to know …



She thought she was losing her face in the crowd everyday,
A city which ran at a pace she barely managed to keep up with…
But somehow it gave her thought and a sense of direction perhaps.

Reality wasn’t her favourite bedtime story, so she read little.
As long as there were colours and the occasional black and white,
She could hold on to her song and keep switching worlds…
It wasn’t a hobby practiced in solitude but a way of life;
Something that shields the flame within…

The crowd often intrigued her and she often kept wondering,
Why is everything the way it is and will this feeling ever last?
And the evening passes away with voices and laughs;
She joins in and embraces the moment, acting as if she wasn’t lost.
It was not in her control you see; there was something about those gates…
What’s on the other side?
Something she had to know…











4 comments:

Prerna Bhattacharya said...

:) and she knows....

Wandering Sonata said...

Right... :)

Chanda said...

Cry from the heart of every Assamese people settled elsewhere...in worlds so alien...filled with discordant sounds...

Wandering Sonata said...

@Majoni True...Something like that