Tuesday, June 20, 2006

The Narcissist

The face it says a million words
Those eyes, that smile
Camouflage the chronic pain that corrodes the soul
Those lilting words that seldom make much sense
Yet inspire a faint ray of hope.

There's something in that face

that still weaves magic
A twinkle in those moist eyes
that lights a thousand arabian nights
And laughter in that crescent smile
that muffles the inconsolable wails of a widowed dimwit.

That face it still beckons
To share a smile and talk awhile
To dream the dreams that never were
Before saying the final goodbye.


J. Alfred Prufrock said...

Eto kabyo ki aamraa bujhi? Pliss to write things for us Philistines too.


Priya said...

Shooo shooo...stay away, you dirty old Philistine. Don't desecrate my pristine space. Grrr.

Bonatellis said...

babbaaa ...