Playing at SpiesA Poem by Jyoti_AblazeA collaboration with a splendid poet, Mr. Rajaniemi..!![]() by Raj Rajaniemi & Jyoti, Writer's Cafe Poets People never seem to change all that much but, she had. It seems that her face had been rearranged somewhat. I felt like, that I had been had. There were scars, of love and war. An array of veracity! The light on her face beckoned me. An enigma to explore and behold. There was a brimming audacity. I asked myself. " What is she playing at"? I approached her, looked right straight into her pale blues. Been awhile, not that you'd notice by your smile! She grinned at me! "Why the plastic face", I asked? She said, " The Company thinks that I am dead" Not dead for the living perhaps, but invisible to the world! I sit in the shadows now, the sun is harsh on the face! Life has been nothing but, a lie. Only this facade can blend me in and shun the pain. Don't worry! I'll cover your tracks at the company! I owe you for many good actions in many a far flung piece of dung, dirt Republic. Disappear again! I never saw you. I turned. And when I looked back, she was gone. © 2015 Jyoti_AblazeAuthor's Note
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22 Reviews Added on September 2, 2015 Last Updated on September 2, 2015 AuthorJyoti_AblazeDiamond city, IndiaAboutHey! I am Jyoti, have seen 21 winters pass without a trace of snow; (it never snows in the west region of INDIA). Hope to see it someday..! Believe in living and loving every moment of life.. Of cou.. more.. |


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