“You’re late” He muttered, his voice heavy, his annoyance on its third trimester. That’s just as well. I didn’t want to come anyway. I was the one to initiate this meeting though, so I apologized. There was no going back. Not even the hisses from my tenacious insecurities would dissuade me today. I hate confrontation. … Continue reading My Faceless Date
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The Pen
The clouds moved gradually, almost grudgingly in clatters and crowd. Each stuck religiously to his own lane, moving in silent unison like six pm traffic. A rocking chair a few miles down gravity’s smirk mimicked the clouds’ every movement and slight of hand. They seemed an old music band, moving to the same beat, reluctantly … Continue reading The Pen
Deciduous & Clown
I haven’t held my pen for far too long I fear I’ve lost my steady hand. No harm, no foul, I don’t intend to be poetic anyway. I wanted to throw in a myriad of metaphors and irony that would throw you so far off guard you wouldn’t be able to see my point. But not today. That said, if at any point you think I am writing about you, I promise you, I am.
Mirror on the wall
I wrote her a letter today.I've seen her gliding and slipping, making countless bargains with thin ice.I've watched her jump and learn how to use her wings only seconds before gravity claimed her.I've felt her go through ups and downs gracefully as if she was born on a seesaw.I look at her now and reminisce … Continue reading Mirror on the wall
Letter from an Idealist
They said I should write about you."It's therapy", they said. I wondered how many books I'd need to encompass all the complexities that were woven together to create you. Or locks to keep this paranoia banging at the back of my head out. How long would it take for the negative nostalgia to erupt onto … Continue reading Letter from an Idealist
Confessions of a chimney
I wrote you a letter today.It's not the first and I can assure you it won't be the last of these random little letters. My thoughts and emotions are of no specific order. Like a daydream, sometimes they do not make any sense at all. You probably cannot tell, but today I tried to squeeze … Continue reading Confessions of a chimney
LIQUID
She was a short little, cheerful girl skimping around her backyard. Her eyes gleamed with innocence and mischief as she ran, giggling when her legs gave in and she fell to the ground. She was as happy as she could be, sadly, as she'd ever be. Time weaved itself into months, years and before she … Continue reading LIQUID
INERTIA
Imagine.I loved to lose myself in the throes of my imagination. To see something beyond the obvious. To imagine something so mundane and remote to reality. I could feel myself floating, other times drowning in my own thoughts. Not even time travel could be as exciting as the journeys I took. I was gliding from … Continue reading INERTIA
TWENTY FEVER
Last night I thought of you as I watched the gentle September rain from my bedroom window a little past midnight . It fell steadily, the most gentle pitter-patter as if it were afraid to wake the world as it slept, as if it only wanted to be a background act, a back up singer … Continue reading TWENTY FEVER
Twenty Fever 