I enter my buddy’s house.
It wears a deserted look.
Is there anyone at all? I yell
I encounter a silence.

Called once again,
Face a quietude.
I go back.
A sound stops me.

The sound is shrill. Not a man’s
I move in haste.
Could be a ghost? I presume.
I run.

The voice echoes
through the avenue. I hold on.
Nothing inauspicious in the lineup.

Concerned, I go onward.
The expression is a wee behind.
Terrified, I sit down in a corner.
The voice trails.

My heart pounds.
A parrot nudges close.
I attempt to fondle her.
She talks incessantly.

Is this not the one I heard so long?
I chuckle.  Crazy






By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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