Souvenir

  Give me a kiss, As a souvenir; Not jewels, not paper, not silks, But this fiery sensation Of your fingertips On the dip of my neck, And the seal of your love On my parted lips. Oh, give me a kiss As a souvenir. Just a kiss. Copyright ©2017 Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved.…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #19: Just My Rotten Luck!

Perhaps the only time luck was on my side was when you waltzed into this tiny town. You were who I’d been looking for. The answer to my fervent prayers. The epitome of the gallant knight that every girl lost in her fantasies dreamed of. The panacea for my lonesome, paltry existence. But typical of…

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You, My Love

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.   …

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Losing My Hands

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,…

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Heart-song

  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.…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #5: The Wrong Dare

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…

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