Monday, August 06, 2007

Chimera

Flipping pages one by one,
She sat beside the window looking outside,
As the rain poured incessantly.
Droplets few kissed her lips,
And she closed her eyes to acknowledge it.

The wind rushed in and caressed her hair,
She gently went back as she felt the touch.
The rain started to roar and echo with thunder,
And lightning flashed its flash bulbs and captured her image.
She put the book aside and ran into the rain.

Dancing like a lil lass who'd just stepped out to play.
She jumped into a puddle and splashed the water over her head.
Looking towards the sky above
She closed her eyes and greeted it with a smile.
While the heavy drizzle washed her completely from head to toe.

All that lip gloss, mascara and cream,
gave way to her true self that lay beneath.
Buried behind a fake identity,
Which she was forced to wear,
To make the world cheer in glee.

Suddenly, a voice pierced in the rain,
Like that of god in a loud thunderous way.
That very moment the rain vanished without a trace.
And she walked towards a near by chair.
It was the movie's director who shouted Cut! Shot OK!

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Reel Life & Real Life.... Man u captivate these sensitive moments beautifully... Clap Clap...& A Bow..
Regards,
Chris

krupa said...

wht a twist in the tale!!

Megna said...

" Looking towards the sky above
She closed her eyes and greeted it with a smile."

Thats what I do too! no matter where I am!

" All that lip gloss, mascara and cream,
gave way to her true self that lay beneath."

loved those lines.....you've painted an absolutely gorgeous picture in my head with your words :)

Great scribble!

M

isha said...

awesome...... while readin i could actually get into it n njy d rain......gr8 thinkin n amazing work...

Matangi Mawley said...

And lightning flashed its flash bulbs and captured her image...

beautiful!

A Poetess said...

ooh la la
admirable amigos
wot a twist in the "tail"
amazing tht 1...nicely conceived n nicely written
superb in its execution
cheerios charlie!!:)

Anonymous said...

art is itself beauty.all things in this world are god made
life ends but beauty never ends
i m sara
true beauty is in gods world

Ivory Maiden said...

Words fail me..but I actually lived this poem while reading...
Dreamweaver indeed...
Kudos...
:)

rukhiya said...

The lookin up and greetin(that i indulge in!),the rain-the cleanser(i always felt it was kinda purifying to stand and let the rain wash away the bad*another silly idea*) and the pang in the end!!
Reel and real life!! Visual and hurting :)