Come, see the world through my eyes!
Colour and form and fantasy
Beauty, I tell you, is geometry
Watch the rainstorms of emotions
That swirl behind my lids
And see them form the clouds of judgement
That water your interest
Come, take a trip through my mind
And leave your footprints behind.
I wasn’t a pretty child. Oily skin, stringy hair, gangly long limbs. Then puberty came along, and like a fairy godmother, bestowed me with a complete makeover. Suddenly I had the passport into BabeLand. That was an eon ago, long enough anyway to make me wonder whether the fairy godmother…
A Cremation, A Trip, Lots of People This month began with news of the passing of one of my close relatives. A few minutes before midnight, he was found at his computer, hand still on the mouse, the light and life gone from his eyes. So much has been happening,…
The Raja family took the flight out today. Uncle has retired so they’re moving to the house they bought in their native city awhile back, in anticipation of just such a time. They leave behind a spacious flat on the top floor of a building at the end of a leafy,…
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.”“We are a comfortable close.” And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.
My SoulMate Is A Book
Reading my medical file feels like a nostalgia trip & a mystery both in one. Sherlock Holmes & the case of falling blood pressure.
