That vile meandering thingy…

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10/04/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

It is easy.

It takes a smile and a
Coy glance and
I am taken.

I know it.

I could fall for a girl
Who merely looked
My way.

God forbid if she smiled.

Which this one did
And now I am planning
Kids.

My heart didn’t just
Beat such times; its
Rhythm was not of slow
Motion.

It put the fear of
Being overheard in
A public train in the
Rush hour of
A working Monday
Just after a deadline.

There I said it already.

I am planning kids.

I named two girls
And one boy.
In my head, of course.

I swear, though, my
Churning heart doesn’t
Bother about the
Manner how they arrived.

The kids mattered. Not the
Device.

No, I’m not a lout or a
Lecherous sleaze;
Yes, sir I’m being honest.

Why would you say
That?

No, my palms aren’t
Sweaty and neither
Is my brow.

No, I’m not itching
To… What?
Preposterous, sir,
I take umbrage at that!
Watch your tone, please.

Oh! You’re joking?
Was this funny to
You, sir?

It wasn’t for me.

You think those
Innuendos make
For light hearted
Banter?

You think the girl
Would laugh at
That street worthy
Banal joke?

I’d never mean
Anything so vile and
Pathetic to
A woman.

Although…

Siddiqui F.
(09.04.2014)

Note: Written at Marine Drive on a night that it came freely to me.

9 thoughts on “That vile meandering thingy…

  1. What I love about this, is how hopelessly romantic it is! Like you.

    I am not a fan of poetry, takes effort, but I really liked this! 😀
    Hoping to hear it from you soon.

  2. Jinal Jain says:

    Really cool faizyyy

  3. Tame SheWolf says:

    Nice poem. I really liked the end. 😛

    But why did you title it “vile thingy”?
    I would have titled this: _A coy glance_ OR _Manner_ OR _Light hearted innuendos_

  4. […] for example. I did write a poem based on the prompt a friend gave me a few months back. Read it, here. No, no, I insist. Please, […]

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