I'm standing
in the lobby
and he is
slinking behind
the latticed partition
that separates us.
Though unreadable,
his gaze
pierces me
across a solid barrier.
Does he
want to talk?
I do.
But for
the latticed partition
standing strong
we could have
perhaps
gotten along.
An interesting poem, makhi. Mysterious and with a sense of longing. Very good. :-)
ReplyDeletehuh, why is he slinking, i wonder?
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ReplyDeleteThat's how he walks- in a smooth manner. Here, slinking means 'smooth and sensuous', in a way stealthy because even coming up to the wall is not acceptable. He is 'slinking' behind the partition when others are around and looking at me when they're absent.
ReplyDeleteMadhumakhi, you look like a powerful goddess in your pic. I like what you have written, as it should be, perhaps we could have gotten along....
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Lovely poem. Kind of reminds me of myself when on the lookout for my next true love...ahh there have been so many. Heh.
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How mysterious. I want to know more. :) That is a very good thing.
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This is excellent for I know how you feel, I can sense what you would like ... but for that partition ... the one that we always allow to remain close by in case we need to use it.
ReplyDeleteI like the sense of mystery in this one. What is it that really separates them? I like the idea of the latticed partition, one that can be seen though, but which separates physically.
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Madhumaki,
ReplyDeleteThat is life. Perhaps a lost chance?
Best wishes, Eileen
those mysterious stuff keeps our imagination alive.
ReplyDeleteSometimes those missed chances make us wonder "What if..."
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Keep up the speculation. I'm not gonna tell you all anything :P. He's meant to be a mystery. Actually he's a mystery even to me.
ReplyDeleteIsn't this where you throw a handkerchief over the wall? lol
ReplyDeleteI am so enjoying reading the poems on your blog after first finding my way here from Poets United Poem of the week. Congratulations and write on!!
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