He looks at her from the corner of his eye
Thinking she won’t notice
Secretly hoping she will
So secret, he won’t even admit to himself
She feels his look
Like sunlight, warm on her cheeks
Her eyes stay downcast
Shielded from his blinding gaze
Warmed nevertheless by its intensity
Then it starts to rain.
I usually avoid religious references in my writing and on my blog. But this one was an idea that really appealed to me. I struggled with H on the A to Z Challenge, before deciding to settle on the most peaceful, simplest (but hardest) word of all – Happiness. And…
Why is motherhood a decision taken by consensus, not my consent? Do I want kids? I don’t know.
Women. We are fed a steady diet of messages that other women are the enemy, that women can’t be friends, that women’s relationships with each other can only revolve around a man (Hello Anjali-Tina-Anjali of KKHH). The world looks at us as objects to be exploited and maximised for use….
Tips from a seasoned love player.
I found out a long time agoWhat a woman can do to your soulOh, but she can’t take you anywhereYou don’t already know how to go Not my words but someone else’s.And for a change, not for me, but for someone elseWho I actually hope finds that peaceful, easy feeling…
Includes a video
How pretty….I know, I know that I missed it. Could have been there 🙁
Translation in a song-
Ignorant himself, he looked fondly the sunset way,
Wondered why she didn’t see it, what he saw that day,
She looked askance, at the sand, for days and weeks,
And all along, he never knew, her tear rolled down those sun grazed cheeks.
Why did it start raining then? They missed the opportunity of a few more stolen glances. But the rains bring a different message altogether.
The perfect ending? Maybe na?….somtimes, in not knowing, there exists a….longing. Rather, in not knowing, there exists hope. And in hope, we find joy.
Beautifully expressed.