Spider
               what or when,

Time was sleeping then

And my conscious was unconscious…

Then came those footsteps,

In my corridor I heard them

For years I was hanging in my web

In the corridor of solitude

Wet and wounded in rain and weaving again

I wove that web to catch gleeful thoughts

And I was so unlucky I reckon

Then in the night of last moon

Then came the footsteps

But they were so fast

Before my blurred eyes blinked

Before I am completely woke from my sleep

They were gone…

I heard the wind laughing…

“You are a man of quick dear…”

Hmm…

Life of a spider is so.

So is mine.

But still I am thinking the footsteps.

                                                                                          Am I alone….???