Who are you, you tiny, invisible beings
who hover around me in invisible frenzy
flying around with eyes full of mischief
whenever I leave something and relax
you pounce on that and mess all up?
as if a teacher has left a room full of kids.
The moment she walks out all start jumping
the entire room is full of the pitter patter
of their tiny feet hitting the floor while running
the entire corridoor fills up the chattering
of those invisible little beings, without being seen.
When the teacher returns every thing has changed.
Just like her when I return to my plans after a while
I see that you have stolen my paintbrush and colors
and have dabbed color all over my beautiful sketch
some times I laugh, sometimes I curse and cry
but you are oblivious of all this pain just like children.
staying forever invisible yet I know that you are here.
Swirling around my peaceful world in your childish frenzy!!
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
6 comments:
I like the analogy. Minus it, I like the "feel" of this piece. It is innocent and childish without actually been written in such a style. I like the imagery it brings in my mind. Keep such simplicity a constant factor in all your works! Keep writing!!!
thanks ajey.
dear wendi,
you must have seen harry potter movies.. these incidences remind me most of those pixies.. that scene was something when those pixies escaped :)
warmest wishes,
dear wendi,
i love fairytales, that is why i have loved all the movies and the TLOR movies..
any thing which stirs my imagination is welcome to me.
warmest wishes,
Nice Poem....
Childish with a serious content.. :)
dear td,
u got it right, its simply our invisible fate.
didi
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