Poetry

The Stalker

His gaze following me everywhere

Is disturbing,

Keeps calling me consistently

It’s irritating,

Asking questions,

Keeping tabs

Tracking my movements,

Peeping into my diaries

That is suffocating

This is not love

This is an effort

To possess me or own me

But, I am unattainable,

I need my space, so

I live in an ivory tower

His obsession

Will cease

The moment

I’m available

I might succumb to

One who loving

Never to one

Who is, simply, stalking

                                                             ~ Sudha Dixit

                                                                Bangalore, India

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