Black water
In the lake today
Smells like death
I met her at a club dinner one Saturday night. There was an odd sort of radiance on her countenance. I was helping myself to a fifth glass of chilled lemonade when I spotted her. She was standing alone—though not in a corner. I walked up to her out of sheer curiosity. Something magnetic about her seemed to be drawing me towards her—irresistibly, inevitably… Hesitating slightly, I sauntered casually up to where she stood. ‘Don’t you think the music’s playing a bit too loud’ I asked casually. ‘Uh…yeah, well sort of’ she replied somewhat warily. ‘So, enjoying yourself?’ I asked. ‘Yeah’ she said without enthusiasm. ‘Don’t sound like it’ I remarked. ‘Well,’ she said more freely, ‘I thought I’d meet some friends at least. But my luck seems to have run out.’ She sighed. I looked up and nearly gasped. For the first time I noticed how pretty she was. Fringes of hair ran down her face, and as she pushed them back I noticed her eyes—sparkling black—she looked bewitching. ‘Oh well…yeah it’s that w...
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I am fine.just busy pretending to be busy. Even pretensions cost so much time and effort.
I am leaving for Dehradun on 20th.
How are you?
Thank you.
bhai
I am good. How long will you be there? Have fun.
This line in your haiku grabs me like a chokehold "smells like death."
Nicely done
i hoped it would be
rash
welcome. thank you :)
gel
long time since i've seen you here. welcome back. a powerful image deserves powerful words. hopefully i've managed to compliment the pic.
I'll definitely be back!
andrew >> i'll be right over :)
janice >> welcome and thanks :)