That Curiosity

When there is a chance to peep into someone’s life

The eyes chance upon details deliberately

Chances are, they eyes are behind an extremely voyeuristic spyglass

Closer, feigning ignorance, start playing on the consciousness

That oblivious know it all, after all, a lot has been absorbed

Without the conscious knowledge of that someone who was afar

Filthy curiosity cannot remain inactive; smears the communication

With innuendos, oblique allusions, and cheeky smile

Tongue flowing with that honeyed baloney- seems to be genuine concern

O, dear! Have you fallen into the trap of a distant peeper

~Amitav