Tempest

Monday, 22 January 2007

The room an expression of joy
carefree laughter, puns cracked all intended
buzz of life and activity
lost in the enjoyment of the moment...
a sudden jolt
a reminder...
a tug to pull you back.
All sound a buzz around you..
The face still smiles but you're not in the room anymore.
Is it deserved...the laughter, the illusionary joy?
Was it meant to be yours or is it on loan?
Is it borrowed? Do you owe?
The crowd no longer familiar
more like an intruder.
Maybe you are the intruder...
The intruder who laughs on borrowed time.

Posted by Pavitra :: 03:06 :: 5 comments