The old woman sits across,Waiting for someone I guess,
Me, I have just ordered a cup of coffee,
I keep observing her.
She's dressed in a informal way,
Her jewellery way to flashy, mismatched,
Her hair should have been white,
But appears black. Definitely dyed.
She keeps looking at her watch,
I look at myself,
I look like a younger version of her.
I wonder if, someone is observing,
And speculating about me as well.
I look around. No. At least not today.
~ A Poem By Fizz
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Great Narration about the looks we are going to wear in future...
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Deletefabulous Fizz ! You have captured the behaviour of times wonderfully in few lines .. so nicely .
ReplyDeletemy my :)!!!!!
DeleteGreat peek into the future and ageing and what's coming to all of us.
ReplyDeleteThank you Nilanjana :)
DeleteNice compilation.Whenever we look at an oldie, the first thought that comes into the mind is how we would look at that age. Working of human mind is nicely depicted.
ReplyDeleteTrue Story Arumugamji... It happened with me in real :)
Deletea very short and immensely sensible post Fizaah. Whe all have this tendency to speculate things we see around ourselves.I dont know why I am reminded of few beautiful lines I read somewhere lately..would like to share that with you
ReplyDelete“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A good artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be".
Loved the lines. I feel so happy that you shared it with us over here. Jiggyasa, you just made my day :)
DeleteJigs has taken my words !! beautifully described ! Fizz..
ReplyDeleteThanks Az... :)
DeleteYou are a genius fizz, i just creeped in the future and i have realised i need to be working more harder on my present..
ReplyDeleteLove....
Hahaha... Viti, Well said :)
DeleteA very subtle and imaginative poem that seeks to capture the stage of life static and grey far ahead of the present state of exuberance. The depth of philosophy marks the poem as being unusual.
ReplyDeleteI like unusual, thank you Kajal :)
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