See behind a smile Read betweens the lines
January 1, 2012 1 Comment
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 15,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
December 31, 2011 1 Comment
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No new year resolutions
I reflect on:
new grey hair
unused hair colour;
extra flab around my waist
unworn tracks in the wardrobe;
torn shoes by the door
folded map in my back pack;
read books on the shelf
unread books yet to be read;
letters on the study table,
half complete and half enveloped.
Another year will pass by
there will be things done
and things still undone.
The reflection will repeat,
still, there will be no resolutions.
With my hundredth post (a good way to start a new year) I accept ‘The Versatile Blogger Award’ from morristownmemos.
Thank you for the award. I am honoured.
December 23, 2011 1 Comment
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Every man is a poet
Only few can craft it into art
Rest spin words into jabberwockey
December 7, 2011 5 Comments
She said
she didn’t want him
many would like him
Many might want him
he might find a family
but -
what would he want?
November 30, 2011 5 Comments
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Hard and wet in her hands,
gently she rubs it with both;
slippery it gets.
Sometimes she rubs it
on her thighs,
sometimes on her breast,
even on her face;
slippery it gets.
She rubs it all over her body
till the foam is thick.
Then she puts the soap
in its case, and
turns on the shower
to rinse her body
November 25, 2011 Leave a Comment
Saw aquariums in a bar
connected by a hole in the middle
and fish gleefully swam through
November 18, 2011 2 Comments
Lights slither in
from their source outside
like ochre yellow snakes -
crawling on the walls
throw shadows in the mind -
shadows of memories
of similar lights from
childhood
November 17, 2011 1 Comment
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Please, sir! Please,
let him not slap me
let him not kick me.
Help me, sir,
my hips are broken
my nose is bleeding.
Please, sir! Please,
he’s got my hair
he’s got my neck.
Help me, sir,
I can’t breathe
I can’t move.
Ah! the walls, sir -
they are moving
they can hear me.
Thank you, sir,
I think I’m flying
I feel no pain.
November 15, 2011 1 Comment
A horrible death he died,
the man I loved way back then.
Horrible – because he became you.
November 14, 2011 3 Comments
A mid-August afternoon
he kissed her;
silence droned in her ears,
her heart wrenched
with emotions almost painful –
her heart throbbed,
’cause someone loved her so –
if he had kissed her
for hours,
it wouldn’t have sufficed.
Yet, with a single touch,
she knew she loved him
and he loved her as much.
She wanted to be closer –
under his skin –
with no time and space
between them.
She wished
nothing else mattered but –
their love
What my Readers said.