Friday, 1 January 2021

The Deer

I am approaching... metered steps, hushing my boots...

It might slip... it has horns?... it’s head is big?...

Some jewels dangling?... what my price is?


Spent days and nights... of this calculated life... measured upto eternity...

To reach upto the brink of woods...

Still looks like an old dream... a Déjà vu....


Happy?... Scared?... Excited?... Bewildered?...

Guess my heart is confused... like it’s silhouette 

Heavy thumping, masked by quiet of the night...

I approached thee... it ran deep in the woods...

Luring me in...


It was dark, I couldn’t see... but there were horns, for sure

Got scared... not prepared... for those bright, shiny horns

But the glimpse of those beautiful eyes... calmed me


It won’t puncture my heart, those shiny, bright horns 

Cause it can see through those serene eyes... beautiful eyes

So should the feat proceed?... indeed...


Looking and looking forever now... somewhat like eternity 

I supposed I reached there, again

I could hear the thumping again,

But it’s not my heart this time...


It might slip again... more hushing of boots

Let’s not scare it away, let it strengthen the roots!

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