Karma and Workout

Beep, beep, beep, beep… “Oh, will you shut it up?” He grunts into the pillow where his face is buried.Β She fumbles in the near dark of the room, groping for her phone and with the familiarity of someone who’s done the same thing too many times before, turns off the alarm. All is quiet again.…

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At Airport Terminals

Originally posted on Simon's still stanza:
Image source: Google via airportlink.com.au ? At Airport Terminals At airport terminals All the good looking ones Are taken Or connected to Their beloved through A smartphone Cradled in the collarbone hollow As their arms Balancing Juggling Move in a rhythm Weighed with coffee cups And hand luggage.…

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My Anodyne

Your tainted love It trickles down Like an IV drip, Plops into me A bit by bit, and I feel Foolishly sanguine, comatose. I am your hallowed vessel, On a lethal dose of you I’ve overdosed. I never noticed When my own blood Turned to water In your hands, When I found myself warped Into…

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PROFANITY IN EVERYDAY CONVERSATIONS

Originally posted on Candles Online:
“She’s my bitch!”Β  “Yo wassup dawg?!” If you’ve been around in the world (of course you have) you’ve heard the above statements that have become a sort of fashion statement these days. ‘Hip’ girls and boys referring to their friends or their boyfriends/girlfriends thus and without any qualms too. Note…

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Harem Pants

She wore harem pants to a Hindustani classical music concert. In an assemblage of cumbersome saris and silk kurta-pyjamas, antique jewellery glinting from robust necks and rounded bosoms, and kohled eyes and vermillion foreheads that looked like they belonged at the court of a decadent Rajah, her ikat harem pants should not have stood out,…

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