Deceptive ...

The receiver rests, impatient in its stillness - weaving the memories, waiting to be unhooked

The digits cry out, screaming in silence - counting the moments, waiting to be pressed

The cables strain, writhing in their black length -  feeling the motionlessness, waiting to be tickled


The tears amass, threatening to rain over - reddening the eyes, waiting to be liberated

The heart beats erratically, almost wanting to stop - becoming breathless, waiting to be stilled

The mind refuses to acknowledge, willing to be uneducated - stalling knowledge, waiting to be wronged


 

The ink blots, ruinously staining the page - blotting the whiteness, waiting to be calligraphed

The pen dribbles, doodling, lazing - orchestrating meaningless whittles, waiting to be traced

The millions words, crowd the heart and mind - straining against shackles, waiting to be released


And amidst all these heavy feelings, the lips smile - hypocritically alive, waiting to be stripped of its falsity and proven wrong ...

Rohini Chandrasekhar
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10-05-2012