Hunch

Hunch

My thought was tapping on the floor

It appeared to dance until I came close

I heard the knock,

With the pattern of the sound, measured with times

In silence, I figured what it was trying to say;

That I let it be on the ground!

But I have a history on my back,

Like a sticking have-a-sac,

At this, the sound changed its rhythm

So did the gaps…

I stretched my arms, my face, to the sky

I saw in it, the same scars blinking at me,

My thought still a fallen leaf,

On the ground, moving with them…

The bag now a part of the moment,

To be delivered, it needs to be severed,

All of a sudden the sound stopped

I tried to take a jump,

Gosh! I am with the hunch.

27 August 2014