Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Red Riding

The drop of red
I was drawn to,
between your brows,
while in haste,
through the morning haze.
Ye play hide n seek,
while I just
ride n seek.

Right beside fields,
where dust from yesterday
barely get time to settle,
for they build, obsessed,
concrete storeys for women,
muscle stories for men!


Namrata Pant said...

Aha! A poet on wheels. Loved the thought. Fresh as the morning breeze

Thought-Les said...

Thank you namrata. glad u liked the lines. feel free to read the other poems... :-)