Sunday, April 26, 2009

Intrigue

A voiceless being he is. But powerful enough to catch and hold the attention of people - the vociferous and non-stop doing people. All bending backwards to do his bidding. Pandering to his slightest whim. Embarrassing themselves trying. But hell, who was caring.

What riches did he have to bestow on them? Why were they going gaga trying to please him? Getting on their knees and waiting on him hand and foot. Forgetting their own needs. All for such fleeting acknowledgment; he was sure to forget them the moment they stepped out of sight!

A new born. For one smile, one chuckle on that angelic face.

9 comments:

On The Move said...

And all along, I thought you were talking about me.

me said...

nuvvaa... voiceless aa.... silly!!

On The Move said...

I thought it was "viceless" :o)

Journeyer said...

all the more reason why its can't be you.. :D

Macaulay said...

..ouch :-)

Unknown said...

I love this one:)

Journeyer said...

:)

vital_statistix said...

very poetic.. my 5 *s..

Journeyer said...

thank you :)