Love Trilogies. PART III. Again........you

You…you were a fire cracker and I the single matchstick. The flame, fire and the wretched desire. It brought me tumbling down, leaving scratches, bruises and the deepest gash which will never heal forever. I lie on the ground with my head and heart mangled. I want to run like the silent, invisible bout of wind touching you everywhere, leaving a red stone in your heart. A part of me in a part of you. It will burn deep with a glow if m happy and burst into a thousand shattered itsy bitsy pieces inside your heart. Then I’d stand and see the blood flow, your blood. Then, I’d like to taste it. Touch, it and embrace it in my womb n let in seep in deep. I want you, and noone else, never. Not even if you don’t want that. I don’t care any more.

Love Trilogies. PART II. she........and he.

She’s my best friend. He My lover. He says She has got eyes that could hypnotize an Arab so that he thinks himself to be an Eskimo. I never found them exceptionally beautiful though, or was I just jealous? Well I prefer the former option better. He laughs when I’m around but gleams when she is. He pulls me up close, sometimes wraps his arm around my tiny waist and keeps hanging in there. He knows I like it though. Sometimes it is nothing sexual. When he talks his eyes, words feel as if they bite at the lowest point of my brain where from my neck sprouts. He’s smart outspoken liberal yet chooses his words very carefully. I……hardly talk when he is around. Mostly I mouth my stuff in my mind and plan to tell him later but never happens. She talks like a sweet virgin spring just born out of a mountain creak. She’s got a big filled head too if you know what I mean. When they talk, converse, sometimes he forgets about me. Though I am the freaky popcorn here. He warms up just suddenly gleams cracks stupid jokes and pinches.( nothing from her side. She is as if a kitten and a cat, both, a mother and a baby.) I don’t feel bad but deluded cornered his shiny face furrows my brows. But he doesn’t know. He doesn’t want to know .He doesn’t realize. He’s fat, no? I never look at them straight I look straight into the gap between them. IT’S all black around me. It becomes very difficult to push through suddenly all the time and grasp the hands of the ticking clock tightly so that time can’t be any different. And then it all stops .She hurriedly takes a taxi. It whooshes past me. Surprisingly one door still open. I look around and he’s limped much further ahead too far away for me to call him back.

Love Trilogies. PART I. YOU........

SO hurt,it's hurting.............me,the absence of a certain human voice .........silently wrenching at my heart...purging...........retching,but not emoting...hold me..........will you?sickly sweet..human emotions..no vices..true colours showing now...the fake walls falling apart...funny we all strive for human perfection...but no-one seems to care for what they've left behind.

Twisters,whirlwinds....and eerieness far n wide..the chill...seers through within me..sending me on a trip divine..hopscotch,a dirty pavement the garbage bin and a white piece of chalk.make me dream of life swaying on a sodden hammock.


i remember you as ..you with me..greedy for love..s.c.sir,van gogh....rainy afternoons..the dishevelled look...the bedroom in a disarray...me and you..my losses..your smiles..my grievances..your hippo tee'..my tears..your guitar strings...my nights..your grub club specials..my diamond nosepin..and your ring..my dreams..were once you as a destiny.

My - DELL Vostro 1014 Lappie

My last day, at Friday media office! Feels weird. it was a sanctuary, whilst my bad relationship days, a hideout against all the domestic blows and trivial not so peaceful oncomings. A matter of pride about my meager, 5 - 8 K salary - my first expensive buys, prolific taxi rides, high nosed looks to all the random people who could afford to roam about aimlessly in the oh so busy, office time mornings and spent nice early evenings out! HEHE...I will miss broken heartedly all of that and more. But most of all i will miss you lappie. My shiny, DELL Vostro lappie, which, i hated like i hate everyone when i first meet them, but then melted once i got to know its significance. Lappie, i bid adieu to you, here, and give this blog as an ode to you! You have embraced me when everyone left me alone, you gave me company and showered smiles when others grinned and sneered, you enlightened and educated while others demeaned. I love you, but our sojourn ends here. But know this, dear you, you will always hold a special place in my heart forever!  xoxoxoxo