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About Interpreter of conversations

Like music, colours and flavours to some, words set my rhythm, even as I shun them. I look for conversations—string them in acquaintances, see them in pictures, use them in lessons. And I transform. A storyteller today, an avid listener tomorrow. And when I can’t find reason, I retreat into the alleys of my mind. The recluse. I see a little bit of me in everyone I meet. So I see why. And yet my battles remain. I have opinions on everything. Judgements too. But I am finding my way. Questioning, stumbling, learning and moving on. Perhaps, soon, I will let things be... and stop asking why.

The rogue he is

Black coat, white shirt and a tie.
Look at the picture, and you know
he’s where he needs to be.
The deep gentle assurance in gaze,
and the complete surrender to the purpose at hand.
No one goes unattended.
Look closer,
and the boy shows through;
even under the light moustache lining his pink lips.
That leopard-print tie he’d chosen for his suave jacket
pulled up a little tighter than needed;
the close-cropped hair,
flicked out impatiently at the temples;
his fingers had run through them,
not more.
The tender lips, twitching, to burst out
as if, with a secret, laughing,
when all the clicks are done.
That rogue in him shows through, and how,
and the boy that he’ll always remain.

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