Fear


You speak of walking,
Through that infernal street.
Carry on,
But don’t ever
Take a groping look at the half-shut windows.
There might be eyes scorching you.
There might be people feeding on their
Imagination.
Feeding on you. Fear.

 

And like amidst sequestered pools,
The forlorn ripples fight,
They fight among themselves
Like vultures
For your soul.

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Wrote this for a fellow female traveller, who was doing the unthinkable back in 2009: Of travelling Solo through South Asia.

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About Abhi Surendran

Abhi quit his corporate job, and decided to immerse himself in travels, photography, occasional periods of bankruptcy, and copious amounts of insanity. He is currently working on a book of his experiences, and a dream road trip through South Asia. Both in a haphazard fashion. He blogs at Iamnothome and you can also catch him at times on Facebook and twitter.

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