Monday, November 2, 2009

Her Danger


She always smelt it...the scent of danger
Her mind loved that smell...
Intoxicating, with possibilities aplenty
She wanted to take up...

He friend tutted her back to the world
Her mind reared its head shakily....
Wanted her to glare at the friend
She didn't want to be away...

From that heady feeling
That was Danger to others...
She wanted to do its bidding
Just so that it wouldn't leave...

She couldn't take her mind off it
Not until she had her way with it...
She loved the idea, the presence, the scent
Of Danger- her survival tool.




3 comments:

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Nikhil Menon said...

Nice one.. deep and dark..

ur forte.. :)

Nikhil

Aruna Iyer said...

@nikhil: u think dark writing is my forte??? That s a lot o praise....
Anyways!! Thanks :)