Shades
When i went out, it was sunny,
so i put on my shades.
And you said I forgot
to tell you I’m getting married.
Please be happy for me.
So i put on my shades and smiled.
People in the train looked
suspiciously
at my red eyes and straggly hair.
i could have assured each one of them
that it wasn’t a hash induced glaze
but it seemed much easier to put on my shades;
So I came back enclosed
in my portable, personal dark.
And then i took off my shades.
From long ago and far away
so i put on my shades.
And you said I forgot
to tell you I’m getting married.
Please be happy for me.
So i put on my shades and smiled.
People in the train looked
suspiciously
at my red eyes and straggly hair.
i could have assured each one of them
that it wasn’t a hash induced glaze
but it seemed much easier to put on my shades;
So I came back enclosed
in my portable, personal dark.
And then i took off my shades.
From long ago and far away
Labels: poetry
Selected by zigzackly |
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4 Comments:
loved "portable, personal dark"- my shades are indispensable for me...more so when my face gives me away completely..most of the time...
can't help but think of those exit wounds we were speaking of....
nice :)
Insightful - amazing how hiding emotions and thoughts has become such a habit/necessity amongst us that its almost a tick...
Ritu, Shilpa, Annie, Geetanjali,
Thank you.
Max,
i used to be a keen student of kinesics too, once upon a time.
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