Her hands were on her hips. Her torso was in a twist. Head held high She broke into a jig In rhythm to a music Blaring from a car Brought to a standstill At the traffic light. For a moment she seemed to care not For the world around her. It was as if she … Continue reading Impromptu-At The Traffic Lights
A face; Glittering, Glowing, Multi-hued, Stare at me everyday At the street corner. When the traffic lights turn red And my car is halted She takes the opportunity, To show her painted face; Surprising some By her sudden appearance, Making a few women scream, Panic writ on their face. She, with her painted face, Just … Continue reading #Whatdoyousee A Face at the Crossing
Goutam's Writings 