Weaved with a lot of skill and compassion Oblivious stood erected in disdain Persian turquoise, Indian indigo… You name it, and I had flowers of different valleys Bathed in egotism, adorning-robe of pride Relishing my pristine appearance, while Scorning others, self gloating was my sin Sure of my fate, to be embellished at reception decor …
We begin grand, lofty curved, meshed up chords entangled at the centers, lefts and rights, inflated at the very core with crimson bloods raging and ranting in those youthful bulbous veins but then Boom! One more sonic Boom! A Bang! Life happens…. I am no enlightened soul I am nobody, just address me somebody , but …
When my man is under the spell of elusive raven nights, I carry in my bosom a long -held secret, in glimmers of the faint candle-light I carefully lay my eyes upon the shelves of my oriental kitchen, laden with my bridal copper pots & pans, embellished of emerald peacocks and exquisite Mughal florets. …
Auspicious rings are exchanged holy priest with a same weird slurp proclaims them man & wife, little did they they know, the perpetual struggle is the fate they signed for. From now on they are soul mates in epic fashions of their parents who till lived agreed on almost nothing, It’s all but the …
Pain often reclines at the back of my parched throat on other occasions it runs smoothly uninterrupted in green veins, free-flowing, as it is always the case love is conditional, whereas pain fills up the thirsty eyes, morphing into tiny tender crystals cascading down the gaunt cheeks without a bang or a crackle so quietly, …
“Makeupum Divina lipstickum Hail Oh, scentum , perfumee lios Goddess Stilettum que sara sara” Madam Giselle woke up to one glorious afternoon, and damn those long-long lashes stretching little over than the river Nile. Sparkling stilettos towering way above the heights of the leaning Towers of Pisa! … Having Insight 24 inches waist Madam stretched her …
I overslept thinking it was a raven night,
but weather channel said it’s all hyped
get up there is enough light!
Green goddess Springdales has arrived
Wait I don’t see a single twig in sight,
my neighbor’s garden is still white!
Twerking to lyres of profane pop, sliding steps, bouncy hips, oozing boobs thumping beats shaken to that 90’s pace, grooving, swaying to heart’s desire, twirling neon yellows,oranges nasal notes, forget jazz ,vintage melodies or Chateau Petrus, dive in cheap shots. today night lets struck those 90’s chords..
Appearances kept to disguise the gaunt silhouette inside, mindless words uttered to subdue million cacophonies of shrunken brains, smiles and more smiles to contain the pools of burgundy pain, plastic tulips silver cutleries and the glorious dead shrimp lying in bed of frozen sprouts while giving away the performances of life-time.
Madame Neverhurry cousin of Gustav Flaubert’s Mrs Bovary,awoke at past 12 Suffering from a malady Known as melancholy, Casts her glance on the Day’s chore, bored puts The blinds back on, deciding To have some high tea, Summons, mischievous elves On fire wings impatient Yells “to get lost and bring Forth aromatic mint tea with Hazel nuts three …