Saturday, March 10, 2012


I caught you breathing frost down my neck
The warmth of your hands a mere deception
The source of their warmth lies elsewhere

Breathing frost down my neck making it stiff.
Like a horse with blinkers
I could look neither left nor right
While you played your games on either sides

But the sound of your games travels far and wide
The world knows so how wouldn't I?
You can thrust earbuds into my ears now
So the sounds of your frolic don't reach me

I don't have to see your games,
nor hear their sounds.
The truth lays bare
With just a touch of your hand.


  1. Anonymous5:48 PM

    Ms Pant, The imagery is so profound and vivid.