Monday, August 2, 2010

Blindness

Your smile is crooked,
Teeth zigzagging,
Hair smelly,
Eyes like a dead mackerel’s…

I just wonder, why
It took me so long
To realize it all
Till now, till you
Told me; ‘get lost’.

9 comments:

Balachandran V said...

....

..Suddenly I realize I am looking at a mirror!
I turn around and around - and around -
How interesting to note that everything is
a reflection of myself!

sujata sengupta said...

So true..thats why they say, "everything is actually in our minds"

Bindhu Unny said...

ha ha ha....

P. Venugopal said...

Good one, Arun. Bluntly put. You are developing a straight and blunt style, shorn of sentimentality and so what you write carries the full power of what you want to say. Who is this dame?

Sumi Mathai said...

straight from a conch-perfect-neck?
hmm!

Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

Balan Sir: …

Sujataji: Yes, indeed.

Bindu Chechi: Thanks for appreciating the humour (Weren’t you?)

Venu Chettan: Thanks a lot. Dame? Isn’t it obvious? LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI!

Sumi: That made me smile

anilkurup59 said...

My first tour through your blogs.
I do not have the software downloaded , not yet to post in malayalam.
Nevertheless I enjoyed the condor in your posts. And as Balan mentioned I perhaps might run to the mirror to check on my self.

P. Venugopal said...

they are all SANS MERCI, one way or the other. some act like quick poison, the others slow. happy Onam!

Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

AK: Thanks a lot for dropping by and leaving your comments.

Venu Chettan: Wisdom that comes along with age?

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