I’m getting psychic by the day
Every time I call you, I wonder
What reason will she have today?
Or
What circumstance will be conjured
to prevent me from talking to her?Every time it’s an interesting one
However, geniune it might be, an excuse nevertheless.
Answering that would be drama. Not poetry.
Thank you.
Like all urban woman, sustained on a balanced diet of chocolate, over-named cocktails and credit card bills, I’m an SATCist – a loyal fan of Sex and the City. Of course I was looking forward to the movie with bated breath. And yes, I did that cliched thing that most…
What were the brutal experiences of the last two years but lessons in love? Who are you when all has been stripped away/
I visited Greece and Turkey in 2008. Every moment was a lesson. Colour was a big part of it all.
Presumption and Ego came to me. Presumption cooed, I’ll make you happy! Ego thundered, I’ll make you sad! I shrugged and said, As you please She only made me laughHe just made me cryDisappointed, I didn’t pay my fare The failed act fadedI was left holding the used ticket to…
Post COVID, life is uncertain but it’s an open road. Everything is a lesson, every meeting is a gift.
The Scream – E.Munch A sense of rootlessness assails meHere I am, two and a half decades old…and feeling every minute of itLiving charades every dayJuggling roles and discarding masks for newer onesDoing everything right, hoping there’ll be an answer at the end. Running, running, constantly runningTo keep up with…
Been there , done that. In fact, after a certain amount of time, you experience a sense of relief(” I knew it “) in it happening with unfailing regularity
If only people knew…
@ Ravi: Actually the ‘quoted’ words were somebody else’s. And I don’t know if he is relieved by my consistency.
@ Brad: Then we won’t tell them, will we? 😉
Aaaachoooooooo…Sorry, Not today.
Toooot tooooot…Errr..Train’s here. Later.
Rickshaw guy, Left, no Right, no this Right, LEFT…Later, perhaps.
Oh shoot, reached office. Tomorrow, same time?
Zzzz….It’s Saturday 9.30am. Please…
It’s well past midnight. Got to hit the sack. Tomorrow?
Ooops. Heart attack. I am dying right now. Next Life, that cool?
And so the saga continues…
SHE… sounds like me
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@ Lady: SHE….is me! 😉