24.1.15

pavor! pavor!


a man walks, just about 4 meters ahead.
we are enveloped by quiet, dark, cold night.
my ears are fine-tuned to the steps on wet ground,
only real source of light on back street are the lonely street lamps.

he reaches the door, disappears.

with cold fingers, i grab my keys,

light, warmth.
with slightly watering eyes, i enter the corridor.

elevators.

glancing, i sense panic.

the pointed fingers, hastened breath,

white knuckles, pressing that 'close' button.
close. damn it. close.

a man willing the machine,
for obedience,
for magic.
and with other hand, fanatically putting his earbuds on.

i stick my foot into the closing door of the elevator,
and blurted out

'HEY MAN, I SAW THAT. NOT COOL.'

dude is beet-red. and adjusts earbuds with his best efforts.
deafening silence.

the other two kids in elevator almost died laughing. ha ha. sat eve drama.


1 comment:

  1. ... and narrated with such elegant poetry too! it makes it all the more real.

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