Thursday, April 5, 2012

Your Laughter-2

Art-William Blake 

That noon I was walking 
down the street alone,
on that blazing hour
and you were smiling from distance.

I looked back.
Was that the sleeping path or me!
what I did see-
 scattered pieces of broken mirrors 
displaying all my masks
one by one..
and all shabby faces having some marks
indistinctly pronouncing my
potency and glory
of my manhood!

When I looked ahead
you were laughing
It was felt to me- timeless you are
and I am always a woman
pulled towards your laughter
 probably both are endless
your laughter and my being..