A Glance

  A glance is enough for the heart to beat to  transform naivety into shrewdness  of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds never chirp on the skeletal …

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Pride of A Flower Wreath

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 …

Life Happens

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 …

My Kitchen Empire

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. …

Wish Something Do Us Apart ( humor)

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

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, …

Madam Giselle’s Tragedy

“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 …

Daylight Saving

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!

Nineties Music

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..

Performance

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.