Whispering Thoughts

A broken roof overhead, All I have; All I can afford, Rest for night under The starlit sky; Huddled warmth For the wintery woes; Rain running showers For the bath, And Baking sunshine For the light; No bag of pearls To please my dame; A handful of dough All I make; My toil is hard But Then its all I know. Skin is rough, Caked up too; Clothes are drenched, Damp with sweat; Body, Reeking of many Repulsive odours But In my heart, I am clean and pure. You look at me From Your costly car. I wonder, What you see through that glass, Tinted darker than the night? You snub at that begging child; His touch smearing You shimmering car. You roll up window, And drive away. I give him a ride On My rickety cart, Thinking all the while, Is that all you have, All you can afford? Linking with VisDare 48 : Beneath

Tip tip tip, tip tip. Again. Leak in the bathroom, Resonant in silent night. Incessant notes, Inspired insomnia, Amply aided By Numb limbs and cold quilt. Peeped out of Fluffy contours, Cold dark room Stared at her. Checked her mobile; Missed her Orpat alarm-clock, With radium glow for night (So very convenient); Checked her call-list, (Had dialed Home At 10:58P.M. Three hours ago); Scanned her messages (Sighed, SMS era had ended) Deleted, Read, Reread; Played Sudoku, Lost lives in Diamond Rush, Entered Farmville, Ploughed, sowed, Planted a rose, Milked a cow. And finally kipped, Only to wake up at cockcrow. Linking up with Velvet Verbosity: 100 words: Rose

He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, She had crafted it In anger. So daily, He stood there. Solitary, But, Somehow, Not lonely. Linking with Trifextra : Week 102 Linking with VisDare 45 : Scrutiny Photo Courtesy : Visual Dare

Immobile. Not because Of the shoe-bites, Though They hurt like hell And She could just about Feel the peeling skin She goes Any further And the tender wounded spot Might actually Start oozing. But that was The last thing That made her Stay. Lonely In the Milling crowd. Her train of thoughts Tore her. If only she could Manipulate Her heart In tandem with Her head. Let go of That fleeting glance. She stood there Between Flickering hope And Wavering emotions. Her red coat Gathered Snow flakes. Overhead, The falcons flew home. Slowly, His Retreating carriage Hid in the Mist. Linking with Trifecta : Week 111 Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words: Train Linking with Ermilia: Picture it and write