Tuesday, July 21, 2009

A puppet last night

My joints weak, I felt like a clumsy puppet in your lap. Puppets don’t speak. So I didn’t. And what did you do? You made me dance to your song. The strings tearing my veins. Puppets don’t cry. So I didn’t.

What do puppets do? They dance. So did I. I danced to your song.

A clumsy puppet in your hands.

13 comments:

Srishti Padathiyaar said...

Hmmm... There is pain in words somewhere.. I could feel it!

Sands | കരിങ്കല്ല് said...

Hmm... no smile this time.

Well puppets don't complain.

But they can come with a notice: "Delicate matter, Handle with care". Now onwards make sure that the aforementioned puppet claims all the care it deserves.

Sands.

A Liberated Soul said...

Srishti, mm...

Sands, loved ur comment.

Ash said...

Lovely writing!

Amy said...

Is this puppet a baby?

A Liberated Soul said...

Ash, :) thank you.

Amy, thats me dear!

peter ivan said...

I hope it can cry.

Sands | കരിങ്കല്ല് said...

evide poyi?

A Liberated Soul said...

Peter, :)

Sands, poyi...poyi...

Infinite said...
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mrniiiceguy said...

"strings attached" - i think thats the problem.

A Liberated Soul said...

Niiice, why do you always get it?

mrniiiceguy said...

i still dont do i ?? i mean "get it" !!!