He wore a red shirt
read the Telegraph
what could it mean?
I woke up at 3
having dreamt of pumpkins
what could it mean?
She clutched me hard
while crying for him
what could it mean?
9 million bicycles
she called it
what could it mean?
I smoked 5 cigarettes
while waiting for your call
what could it mean?
You said 'Like'
not love, and then cried
what could it mean?
He drummed your fingers
on my sternum
what could it mean?
Thursday, December 31, 2009
sometimes it doesn't mean a thing
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I sit on rotting wood
to fulfill my prophecy of a fall.
“Move away silly girl”
cries the gardener.
I gather my skirt closer
to protect myself from the cold
(as if that will be the death of me)
and sit firm on dead rotting wood.
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Labels: madness
Monday, December 28, 2009
This Sunday
Rolling in the dark
has its own joys,
thought the lil boy of 17.
marijuana dice fall free,
the room starts smelling of
winter nights; men and their
wood fires, burning rubbish
in my ignoble city. Rolling in
her dark room, with a sliver
beneath the door, has its own joys,
Sundays finish up my new freedoms,
and the cup now tilts; she clucks
like the mother hen, admonishes me.
The lil boy of 17 in me chuckles in glee.
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Friday, December 18, 2009
off my chest
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Labels: Sex
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Ek Aur Jala.....
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Labels: Life
Saturday, October 03, 2009
At 27. I have seen it all. I know how it ends and I know what to not say and what the signs are. But I am not yet old or cynical enough (some would say Wise) to control my tongue, my fervor or my hormones.
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Labels: Life
Friday, September 18, 2009
Parting
Purple sunshine rested on your shoulders
you flinched at its familiarity.
Rose colored glasses still perched
I gazed on with young-girl eyes.
Chandeliers floated up to listen in
and you so easily let them in our story.
Young boys recounted their lives with glee,
I curled my masochistic toes in lust.
Winter scarves lay nearby smelling of you,
blueberries and strawberries flitter-fluttered.
My nicotine stained fingers looked for a lifeline,
as you sat in the sun and let me down gently.
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Labels: Love
Bordering
Though wasted lead casings make her bed
and old war wounds resonate on her skin,
Don't ask her to choose this time,
She has reclaimed her right to Stay Still -
To love the the enemy in Peacetime.
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Labels: Love
Friday, September 11, 2009
If it's love
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Labels: Love