blues

scene1:

he pulled up his tri cycle next to her
she was carrying a basket of plums in her dimpled hands
d breeze pushin strands of silken baby hair across her face
n he produces a flower in fronta her
baby pink ,like her frock
-break-
("...others were not meant to play wid ur heart baby,
step over your feelings , or
trample over u wid their unthoughtfulness.
it will hurt to hear this.
but till how long will you immerse yourself in stories...lies...to comfort yourself .....")

scene2:

the two scramble down a pebbled road

along a slope

flanked with luscious fields along both sides

brimming with honeysuckles n tulips

hand in hand

they ran

screaming with laughter

their voices echoin

-break-

("..tell me girl,is it even worth it
is it worth losin respect fer yourself??...")

her face stained with tears,she scribbled;
cover me up
from head to toe
m naked n cold
doesnt it show?
spread your all encompassin wings
to block my raging tears
fly me to a land where m secure
peaceful comfort serenades my uneventful abode
if structured be i to feel n cringe
get hurt and run away
y did lord god create me at the first place
to hurt myself
to hurt others ..

scene3:
... their bodies enveloped in sweet baby sweat
their faces red and glowing
they stopped
planted themselves on a soft patch on the grass
and lay there
the girl put her head on his lap
n he pulled her up
caressing her..
.