Ta ra ra ra…   Leave a comment

We are standing in a cubicle
It’s just 4 paces wide
While I’m humming a tune inside
Our eyes meet, my head goes into a lull

Our silent gazes seem to have no gap
You almost seem to be staring
As someone at the podium is blaring
I’m conscious as my hands move to clap


I feel watched and you’ve moved under my skin
Like a panther into its prey’s lair
Nervously I’m swiveling my chair
It’s strange how seductive u got me actin’

ta ra ra ra ra
its a crazy moment at work
meaning nothing at all to any of us
ta ra ra ra ra
my bare legs feel the heat
as u brush past me almost accidentally
ta ra ra ra
its just one day of laughs
what a way to respond to all of our thoughts


Posted June 4, 2009 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes

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