She sneaks behind me,
walking my shadow along incensed path.
She kindles the fiery spirit encompassed in me.
People ask, “Do you see her much?”
I do.
She is before I am.
I am her. My nature she is…
She is me.
.
*For Yeah Write Weekly Writing Challenge.
innocent she was
in her resolute silence
innocent she was
in her underlying posture
innocent she was
in her gullible gestures
innocent she was
in her worthwhile moments
innocent she was
when she thrived and dreamed
innocent she is
when she shed those pearls
innocent she is
in her emotionless words
innocent she is
in her dead eyes
innocent she is
in her submissive forms
innocent she is
in her nude covers
a sculpture of innocence
she was, she is.
* Inspired by the photograph titled Innocent by amberafrica. It is extraordinary.
She reached her small barrack after a two-hour long train journey.
“I have to get a job nearby,” she was looking for her keys but couldn’t find them.
“Mam, here, I have got your keys,” spoke someone from her behind, “You dropped them at the station.”
“Oh! Thank you sir,” she thanked the gentleman while turning back to look at him.
He simply handed her the keys and left.
She kept looking at him walking for a while and once he was lost in the crowd, she faced the door again with her keys and a single tear in her eyes.
