ऐ इनसान तुझे देखकर ख़ौफ़ नहीं होता,
न तेरे दान्त हैं, न नोकीले नाखून,
फिर ऐसा क्यों कि मेरा शिकार भी तू,
मेरा शिकारी भी तू?
न तेरे दान्त हैं, न नोकीले नाखून,
फिर ऐसा क्यों कि मेरा शिकार भी तू,
मेरा शिकारी भी तू?
She's complicated. She'll charm you with charts, statistics and that corporate smile. But look into those eyes, they're fiercely bohemian. She's complicated. Her chatterings seem to resonate with happy sounds, but listen with the other ear, to an unhidden lament. She's complicated. Her silences agonise, her voice echoes in her absence. And yet there is a mild dread as her name flashes on the ringing phone. She's complicated. Sometimes she's a poetess, shallow, romantic, trying to hide a sardonic, world-weary wit. She's complicated. She could be a spiteful Fury, wrath unabated, but that's just to hide the lamb-hugging girl within. She's complicated. She's an enchantress, a fool, a tyrant, a nurse, an imp, a priestess, but she's generally a good friend. She's complicated. Published in Making Waves - A Poetry Anthology , ed. Pam & Bill Swyers; Swyers Publishing 2011. ISBN: 978-0-9843113-6-1.
Comments