Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

My masked love

I fell for him; regal and impressive as he was.
Even lost my toddler-days devouring his comic-strips.
Phantom became the reason I wear thick eyeglasses.
He and transient surge of first crush.
Yet he chose Diana Palmer.
Masked men, I tell you!


at
Labels: , , , , , , , , , , ,

2 comments:

  1. UnknownSeptember 10, 2015 at 7:52 AM

    Those masked men though! LOL This made me laugh right out loud! ♥

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 10, 2015 at 8:08 AM

      Thank you Kathy.
      I am really glad you stopped by and enjoyed this post.

      Delete

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
  • A taxi ride
    The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
  • Iron-man
    He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
  • Showstopper's Yesterday
    The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...