Shail Raghuvanshi
Sometimes I think
I am talking to the wind
as all I hear is the feel of air
in my pores,
from the fan.
I thought
I was talking
to someone
but the ear phones tucked cosily
in their ears
won the race to converse
while I sat muttering
like a woman, lonely, maybe even a tard bit insane
grappling with the awareness
that the phone was more enticing
than a few enlightened moments
of chatter with a family member.
Can you hear me at all!
Yes, heard you definitely!
Thanks Sonali. Good, At least somebody heard. Actually, happy that a poet friend heard!
Loved it Shail.
Thank you Mumtaz.
We all are a hard bit insane ! aren’t we … Lovely poem Shail ma’am ..
Yes Preethi. True. Thanks for sharing.
Today’s reality… Sadly so
Yes dear Jaya. Reality vibes. Thanks for dropping by.
Good one Shail!
Thank you Nitika!!