Standing in half-dusk
You force me to notice you
I am caught like love; mesmerized
I walk along the floor of the earth.
You stand there… I walk towards you;
Our eyes interlock,
And I keep rolling onward.
Your face widens into a smile,
The progress is slow… like a slow motion shot;
‘Who are you, little one?’, I ask.
I hope for something of your ‘nothingness’…
The gentle evening breeze
Suddenly snarls beast-like,
Clusters of black cloud pile, and rain comes down
It stops the dance of energies between us.
Our contours start getting bleaker,
Shadows recede …
The little girl melts in soft petals of moonlight.
All alone, I walk back home- the door closes.
I wake up as the dawn breaks,
Words swirl around me.
Memories disappear in times of extreme tension.
So, I’ve lot to do…
I empty myself on a piece of paper
Leaving nothing behind
But a macro-sized poetry.