Reserved

Date: Jan 6, 07

Venue: A Delhi pub lounge. As always, I got a stupid idea to take a word and make a poem. The ‘reserved’ marker was there on the table, and there was a short wait. Then, we were directed to our place. Here is what the word ‘reserved’ inspired me to write. I did not sit and formulate; it was meant to be spontaneous and it is:

Reserved

Waiting for a table
I spot an empty space

Reserved stares at me
Reserved mocks
Reserved socks
The crowds make way
To fill other spaces
Reserved looks with disdain
Reserved makes no claim

I lower myself in the seat
And run a finger over the burnished bronze

I am next in line
Reserved is now mine.

~FV

PS: The pic is not taken at that place; this was clicked elsewhere...as you can see I am more proprietorial about the table than even myself, who you cannot see!