Circle

Dancing to a tune I do not recognize.
The sound is in my mind, ringing like the background score of a surreal foreign film I saw a while back.
It lulls for the moment.
She holds my hand and takes me in a circle.
The circle of wishes.
The crimson petal darkens the green on the ground.
 I can hear the beats, I can hear her soft footsteps.
She sings softly
Her muffled song
Her clear chiseled voice rings in my ear lobes
The sweet elixir of childlike happiness flows throw our palms
She holds my hand and takes me in a circle
Among these sylvan beauties we play a game of hide and seek
But our palms still touch
Our spirit shines in its ethereal halo
The day starts to go away
Slipping through the song that we knitted
We swing in our dreamy worlds
Delirious and oblivious
She holds my hand and takes me in a circle
A circle of wishes

Probing, prodding and pounding

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Excerpts from an incoherent poem I wrote when I travelled alone to college witha book in my hand. A book named ' 20 Fragments of a Ravenous youth' by Xiaolu Guo

The journey I took alone in the train to reach college.I heard the sounds I mostly ignore or simply don't mention .The faces that study me and the one I study back.
Walking alone I can hear my thoughts  swimming in my mind freely. I constantly chatter with my brain. Hear my steps, can see the look on the man's face who just passed me by.

Walking into the emptiness, the purple;pink flowers look just the same, never flustered never ecstatic.But just the same.

Just passing by

From a distance only I can tell, that you are an ugly one.
An ugly dog whose parents didn't look at each other's fur colour before mating.

He is thin like a lanky boy, he likes to sit in the corner of the road.
His eyes filled with a strange sort of fear, questioning and bright.
My face softens as I look at his face and had I been a little more tired I would have cried.

And as usual I regret not having some food to feed you with.
But will that nullify the sadness in your eyes.I feel sad for not doing anything
but just passing by.

THe charmed one

Once you were a mystery, in its charmed form.
Now as I see you often, you seem to walk towards a certain plainness.
Remain a mystery, oh quiet one or I shall lose this feeling

THe Orange one

You're the orange one, there's a line somewhere underneath.
You always write me such distant notes. words tentatively formed.
I wish for you to smile more.
The pity shall not reach you.
My eyes follow you when your eyes are down.
 I cannot let you know that I look for you in the room.
Can I touch your thin shoulder and say something.
But nothing much.
You aren't invisible.
You shall never be.