Saturday, June 14, 2008

Red Envelopes

By Gaurav Parab

I enter the store for a pack of cigarettes,
I pause at the shelf of old unwanted VHS cassettes,
It has been a long day and I am tired,
A successful mind, a soul uninspired.

I am living, I might as well be dead
All I look for is a thought to take to bed.

I see her from the corner of my eye,
Poetry in motion, sweet living lullaby.
A stranger with fiery eyes I never saw before,
With a plastic bag from some store in Bangalore.

She shuffles disinterested through a row of soaps,
Randomly picking up a stack of red envelopes
I try to catch her eye and detect her smile,
I am alive now, if only for a little while.

Her shopping is done and she moves to the door,
I desperately try to make her stay a minute more,
The out of town stranger who made my day,
She turns back and smiles before going on her way

She is the thought in my head spinning out of control,
The pack of envelopes is not the only thing she stole.




12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Simple and beautiful. You have the knack

Anonymous said...

:D

bhags said...

I understand you have left your previos place of work.....well so have I.

So you back to studies again, well you wouldn't be surprised to hear, so have I....:)

Anonymous said...

Know what? This one is a refreshing change from the "Life" poems you've been writing recently...it's got the same vibe your earlier poems had. Revisiting good 'ol times :)

-A

Anonymous said...

Tooooo good .


Tarun S

Anonymous said...

:) Beautiful as usual.

- Abhishek D

Anonymous said...

WOW... is all i said after reading ur lines... good one

- Kalyan S

Abhi said...

This sounds real! :-)

nishant said...

as usual. fantastic work.. keep going...

Tarun Singh said...

The last line said it ALL ....

The Second Mouse said...

Whenever I read this poem, I am amzazed at the uniqueness of the situation. Thats what sets this poem apart.

Gaurav Parab said...

@ Second mouse

All you need to do is to keep your eyes and ears open.

And be at the right place at the wrong time.