I always knew there was some one watching over me.
I knew he was always there.
The kind of presence you feel from the corner of your eye.
The presence you are never able to spot when looking directly at it.
He was waiting for me to acknowledge him.
All he wanted to see was recognition in my eyes
That night ,I felt the cold metal of his bullet
That night I felt the warmth of my blood
He WAS watching over me.
And so was his gun.
3 comments:
Dude, heard you are coming back??
Just worried where will you sit! All the cubes here are occupied :)
I'm leaving on a jet plane....
sort of gruesome.. reminded me of kimveer gill.. the young man from canada
@ Madhu: Actually I wrote this one based on the D.C.Snipers... There was a documentary on C.N.N and thts how this came about :)
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