You, my love, you confuse me. You’ll eat a whole chicken, A full serving of fried rice, And still crib about being hungry. You’ll rant about how I misplaced a pen, But your own wardrobe will never be tidy. You’ll tell me you hate lies, Yet lie to me about your shitty day. …
Roses in her hair, A wistful song upon her lips, She sings in tune with, The song on the radio, Sitting upon her windowsill. Her eyes, glazed over, dream, Of fairies, elves, starry skies, Where she, a damsel in distress, Awaits her bonny knight. But unbeknownst to her, Across the thoroughfare,…
There’s something wrong with my hands these days. They have a mind of their own, I swear. They defy sense and decency. They make me feel like I’m a wanton woman, Driven by need. —————— I restrain them from unlocking the phone every five minutes. Then from hovering over your name on the contact list,…
There is a song in my heart. A song of you, me – ‘us’, A song of how we began, A song of how we may end. A song of our woes, our pains, A song of our happiness, lost and regained. A song of our menial fights, A song of our daily delights.…
They thumped their shot glasses together on the table and instantly started giggling like high-schoolers. There was a variety of things on the table, but most of it consisted of emptied bottles of liquor. One such bottle lay between them. In between giggles, he said to her, “Okay your turn now!” She feigned a bored…
I like you, I know you like me. Then why are there, These silences in between? Copyright ©2017 by Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved. Image Credits: photosphereblog. com
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