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Curiosity or Sneaking


curiousCurious to know about others
not lets out anything of herself
excavates the details from friends
scoops them with aroma
spreads the news with a flavour
then sits back with a complacency.

This is the way she lives
calls every other at odd hours
speaks not of much importance
leaves a bait unobtrusively
pulls the words from the mouth
that is her strength all the day.

She moves about happily
pokes and sneaks
interrogates the near and dear
guards her inner self with care
eavesdrops and spills out
what there is and what there is not.

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My Identity.


Keeping myself to myself
not wanting the people to know me
I keep a low profile and talk very less.
I am not a big shot for everybody to know.
I am a small fry in the sea of humanity
and live almost away from the crowd.
Wishing not to socialize much
and wanting to take the back rows in meetings
I have passed unknown all these years.
A few days back I had to see a circle of people
who are total strangers to me rather I thought so
but who on first seeing me cast a curious glance
I tried to pull my face away quickly
but they did come close to me
and asked me you are so and so
an so and so’s daughter
I myself I think I am old
but now bringing in my parents
identity I felt a little odd but had to say yes
as I dare not deny my parentage.