first names and first thoughts

which way do they walk? which turns do they take? do their eyes still have that half-torn look, the same which they wore when those irises bore into yours? a hint, a slight clue, just anything.. only when the first name brings you to a sudden stop one sultry calcutta evening.

you run away, you ignore. you be patient and stop yourself. a reminder of things buried way back - again and again and yet again. coming back home to a cold that hits the bones. a change of views, from lines and angles to colours and questions that you won't answer. monosyllables do not hit home. but please, oh please, just once.. let me know what dreams i broke and what frames i escaped?