So what do you think?

rendezvous

You see her through the rear view mirror in a silent alley

Not many shadows under the street lamps that evening

She looks like the jovial next door girl

But you start wondering could it really be her?

A few younger boys close up to her, crack a joke may be

First there is a subdued giggle and then they start laughing

You think it’s none of your business but you don’t drive away

You stay there, to watch more, curiosity aching inside, may be a lot more!

One of the boys lights a f*g, puffs on it and passes to another

The gossip and the giggle break the silence of the alley

A few locals, probably getting back to home from work

Walk down the alley , take a moment to stare at the bunch

Give them a look of disgust, sigh a little and move on

You still rooted on your seat keep an eye on the mirror images

Wondering what could possibly be going on there

The bunch doesn’t care about the looks they’re busy “living”

She reaches for the puff, drags on it and exhales a cloud through her pouted lips

Oh wait! Through her nostrils too, you are amazed

Not that you have seen a girl smoking for the first time

But in your own town it was the first one sure

Suddenly you assume she could be one of those girls

But your curiosity keeps building up with every passing second

Then comes a slum kid shabbily dressed and peeps through your window

He looks pale and starved, asks for money, you wave him in refusal

He approaches the bunch, she reaches for her wallet, suddenly changes her mind

Grabs the tiny wrist and walks with him down the lane

You just can’t keep sitting there anymore, you need to know

Mirror images are not enough, so you walk out

Walk behind her, leaving the rest of the bunch behind

You find them at a close by street food kiosk

The kid devouring a plate of pav bhaji, and she is serenely sipping her tea

You smile, and turn to leave just then she calls out to you

You are obviously astonished; you turn around with that blank face

She walks up to you and says, “So what do you think?”

You are clueless, breathless and speechless at the same time

You manage to spit out in broken voice, “About what?”

She grins, winks, lightly pats on his shoulder and says,

“About the small town girl you’ve been watching since last twenty-one minutes?”

 

Author's Note

So what do you think?? All reviews & suggestions are welcome :)

Reviews

[Christopher Casper]

You can't always judge someone by your first meeting. People have many different sides to them, so it is impossible to always sum someone up by a few minutes. I could imagine every scene. Thanks for sharing with me again!

[Frozen Eyes]

I agree tht we cant judge people from our first meeting, but i believe tht we shouldn't judge them by the second, third or however times we meet them what we shud judge about it the kind of relationship we'd like to keep with the person .
Thank You For Liking It :)

[Christopher Casper]

I completely agree with you. :)

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Love the energy of this poem. It was so full of life.
That is its magic.

[Frozen Eyes]

Thank U for liking it :)

[Mayank]

Hahaha! the ending just swept me away because I thought it was something else in the beginning... I didn't know you are from India?

[Frozen Eyes]

yes Im from India.. now U know :) and thnks for liking the ending :)

[W R Stowe]

I was intrigued by your ability to hold my interest all the way to the end. Actually I thought he was a first time john looking for action. Excellent poem

[Frozen Eyes]

Thank U Stowe.. there's more to come from this one hope u'll like it :)

[W R Stowe]

your welcome just message me when you do so l can read it

[Frozen Eyes]

ok i'll do that