When..

When they talk.. I listen

When I listen.. I dont think

When I dont think.. I don't contemplate

When I dont contemplate.. I stop listening

When I stop listening.. I seek solitude

When in Solitude.. I feel peace

When in peace.. I get disturbed

When disturbed.. I see populaces

When I see people.. They talk

When they talk.. I listen...

In a closed conversation conduit..

where scrutiny is raped..

I shrug away as a wallflower

afraid to hurt.. to lose

petrified to think.. to respond

anxious to reply.. to love

but end up a recluse...

a tête-à-tête of life.. verses

a denounced futile locution..

Movie Magic

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As we glided along with many others in the escalator, towards the movie theater in the 3^rd floor of the mall, uneasiness was what I exactly felt, I hate those “Moving stairs” hate or afraid I am not sure, but I am sure that, he knows. I had tailed along near the elevator (lift) thinking that he would understand, but he was too busy to notice and walked on. 

Carefully I stepped into the moving thing but not so careful to attract attention, I looked and he had already moved up few steps, why does he walk when it does the work? We were nearing the theatre and memories flooded in me, our first visit to theatre, his excitement, his enjoyment, which I can visualize in front of me like in a HD TV. But he was restless and cursing under his breath, avoiding every eyes that studied us. While I was proud to walk along with him, he didn’t relish my company, like he used to do in the yesteryears.