Monday, 19 July 2010

When images stem out of Random Conversations

So I ask him,
'What catches your eye
When you first see a girl you like
Pass by?'
And he leans back,
And thinks for a second.
Thoughtfully,
With due respect-
delicately, gently,
Like the sun glimpses
Upon a sunflower,
He sees...

The eye falls on quiet feet
Slipped perfectly into bright Indian sandals,
Toes painted in soft shades
of lavender,
Carefully filed,
Are settled neatly into

the small slit of an opening.
Bare-ankled,
Musicless feet
Add colour
To that which they are clad in.
Slippers fading into the background
Like a hazy soundtrack
That only serves to enhance
the visual.

And with perforated incompleteness
A sole makes a heart beat
Differently,
And fall.

3 comments:

indi said...

you choose the most abstract things and make complete sense. I love :)

Sayujya said...

This was based on a guy who told me that the first thing he notices in women, are their feet!! Absurd taste, but fun to write about nevertheless!

Sayujya said...

This was based on a guy who told me that the first thing he notices in women, are their feet!! Absurd taste, but fun to write about nevertheless!