Skip to main content

Freeze frame Fridays

The clatter clatter of your Stilettos
Running into the angry night
That fiery perfume of yours
Still engulfing me, in flames of your angst!

An empty table
The insolent stare from the waitress
And the smug look on the guy by the window
And oh...a small fortune of a bill!

Welcome back baby ;-)

Comments

  1. This doesn't sound good... I don't understand why people are like this... good post...

    ReplyDelete
  2. You painted a very vivid scene!

    Happy Holidays, Rajesh :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. This night seemed like it didn't turn out so well for the speaker of this poem!

    ReplyDelete
  4. hi Rajesh,
    beautiful poem as always. I have nominated you for the very inspiring blogger award. Please go to my blog to find out more :-) cheers and write more superb poems
    http://deadrosesandweepingfigs.blogspot.com/2015/01/the-very-inspiring-blogger-award.html

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular Posts

Long Winter Chill

If I could do a Neruda,
You would have smelt of summer roses
And Autumn pine.
There would have been sheer love
Of the kind that causes our hearts to ache
And loneliness bordering the divine.
You would have had so many secrets
Welling up as in a girly giggle
And so few friends who would hear them all.I am no Neruda
I can't paint you a Summer breeze
Amidst this long winter chill.

The Color That Blinds

Every time I close my eyes
I see the green of Kerala countryside
The dark greens of lumbering rubber trees
The even tranquil green of silent paddy fields
The light lemon yellow green from tender clover leaves 

And then I remember your dupatta
Deep red or possibly maroon
Standing out among the Kerala countrysides.

Hush

You don't have to tell me.
I just know.
Its that little sniffle that comes through
The unexplained pauses
The slow responsesI know when you call
Just because you needed to cry.