It’s funny how we sometimes hope to walk some character out of a book, magazine or movie and be them. Yet mostly, we are that character in a dusty book lying unnoticed in some dark corner of the library. It’s a big world. … More Overrated
*sigh* By Denise Levertov Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? Were they inclined to quiet laughter? Did they use bone and ivory, jade and silver, for ornament? Had they an epic poem? Did they distinguish between speech and singing? Sir, their … More What Were They Like?
I’ve been playing ‘Angry Birds’ for quite some while now. A P.C Version precisely. ‘Angry Birds’ sounds like those voices that speak to me in my head. Those ones, I’ve never really understood. I just do what they say. But have you ever asked yourself why the birds are so angry? Why do some of … More Bad (huh.. bird?) games …
I’ve just eavesdropped a dialogue from the kitchen between Kelly and a visitor who’s left green crocs at the doormat. I’m not making this up. Fashion sense. Why green, though? Because green is the color of money, grass, oak leaves, and alien bombs. How the hell would I know why it was green? Anyway, she’s sobbing uncontrollably. She’s told Kelly, amid her spasms, that she’d given her heart to someone. The whole of it. And as if I haven’t heard enough, this dude broke it.
What? Heart. So people do that? Yes. Organ donation. … More Organ donation … and broken hearts
I heard a song on Sunday, I thought of you. Are you well? It said ‘count your blessings’, I counted you twice, I’m pretty sure, The neighbors can hear, When I think about you, Under the moonlights, Or when I shower, Accidentally for five hours. First time I saw you, Best art in the … More If this is a state of trance …
I’ve woken up today to some text from a buddy whom I haven’t seen for ages. He actually was inviting me to a ‘cleansing ritual’ at his newly acquired garage (he’s a mechanic) to transform an innocent, fluffy, little bird into two kilos of white protein while coffee ‘brews on the logs’. Literally. T’was a … More Today, the optimism bug bites …
Insomnia. 2.30 a.m. A visitor has just left the house. She’s those friends whose jargon are just pearls of wisdom. Those with whom we’ve been brought together by circumstance. We’re neighbors. She’s a writer too. She has a fetish for secret passage-ways too. She’s tired of receiving and giving of chocolates and roses too. She … More We all just really need to be heard!
The moon draws me outta this shed I wanna bark at her Everyone thinks i’m ok. But no! i’m crazy! i wanna get into those woods, pee every corner i make, get a furry bunny and chase the moonlight outta her! and hope a bunny i chase gets into some hole, finds a python in … More Animal instinct in me
Diary entry 12th Feb, 2015 : Just happy I miss being six. Don’t you all guys? Then we had real friends, real toys (we didn’t play around with ladies’ emotions), real presents on NewYear’s and X-Mas (these days I just accept the gifts you peeps tag me on B’Days on FaceBook) and wait, we could … More I miss being six!
There’s nothing prettier, Than a confident, naked female. A naked female face, that is. Female face without make-up, Is what I really mean. Nature simply drives insane. Because we are part of it. And that’s how we’re hardwired. But maybe I’m just a selfish freak, Who thinks of the next hike, And hates anything that’d … More Poem: Naked … female … face