The Spider and Me
SK Iyer
The spider sat
motionless,
spreading its legs,
capturing all the eight
directions,
expecting the next prey for survival.
The writing pad and the
pen,
were idling on the table.
While my eyes were on the spider,
mind
was spreading its tentacles,
in all directions, in search of a clue
to
conceive an idea to fill in
the blankness of the white paper.
Mind
followed drowsy eyes,
I switched off the lights,
Wishing myself sweet
dreams.