Renegade Breeze

By Gaurav Parab

Things are just as they are supposed to be

Wrong words reaching the right addressee

I see her on the way to the bar a little unstable

She will be the ‘once upon a time’ in some fable

My earth shifts hesitantly for a better view

Dark fury of the world, trapped inside eyes light blue

Eyes accusing a boy somewhere of unknown sin

Clueless lime floating in the wrong glass of Gin

She breathes heavily, and looks down at her plate

Hands angrily stirring a potion of delightful hate

Then she raises her eyes for a few seconds

An earth shattering hush beckons

I raise my glass from across the room

You don’t know me, she defiantly assumes

I know you all right Sinner, as my eyes freeze

I find myself looking at the original renegade breeze