Blue Checkered Boy.

Blue checkered boy of the elegant script,
Your shoulder imprinted briefly on mine.
With sleep haunting those droopy hooded eyes,
Wisps of coffee with every word,
I became entangled at every syllable,
Unaware of the mess that lay between.

Blue checkered boy of the jaded tenor,
The lines of your silhouette in the corner of my eye.
Fingertips stained with ink and nicotine,
Igniting flames and my imagination.
I am lured like the clueless firefly to a paragon of beauty,
The veil of a tormented soul.

Blue checkered boy of the languid movement,
The lazy curve of your smile sends a shiver
Down the length of my back.
Such ignorance of the power you hold,
Of the destruction that awaits
Any interest that may lie in you.

Anti Muse.

anti muse

something in that languidness

that kills the creativity

halts formation of words

distracts the heart

so i may only dream

of all the

hopeless longing desire

instead of writing it down.

Confession No. 61

I am smitten

I want to take a dip in your mind

Let myself sink into its deepness

Watch tiny bubbles of awe float

Let my perfume linger

Leave an imprint of my being

I want to tickle your mind

Make you feel as I am

I am smitten. 

A Moment of Not Caring.

My right foot continued to push down on the gas pedal. The stretch of road in front of me was straight and nearly empty, apart from that lone car about 100 metres.

My left hand gripped the gear stick a bit tighter as my other hand shifted the steering wheel a bit to the left. A little more pressure on the pedal.

Another shift.

I laughed to myself as I overtook the car.

My tummy was full of yummy sushi. I had two bags of books in the back. Sunglasses on. Face still tanned. I was a bit content. A bit happy. Forgetting things, for just that short moment.

I just had a day of loving myself. A day of making myself feel good.

An hour workout at the gym? Done.

Time spent showering and sitting in the steam room? Done.

So I decided to have a sushi lunch, all by myself. I sat, and took my time in choosing what I wanted from the revolving belt. I sipped on my cold green tea. I indulged on a plate of salmon wrapped around a ball of rice with a dollop of mayo on top.

It was so good, I'm sure my face had every bit of pleasure of it as the food practically melted in my mouth. After the first one, I was aware of the group of guys at the table opposite me was stealing side glances at me.

Okay. Its because of my gorgeousness.

I paid the bill, after one last bite, or seven.

I went to my favourite bookstore, and came out 7 books heavier. In my defense, I only paid for 3 of them, as one was a must have, and the other two came with a deal of Buy 1, Get 2 Free. Hence, 4 free books.

Bought a slice of Red Velvet for Mama.

Found myself with my foot pressing down on the gas pedal.

For that short minute, I was carefree. I no longer cared.

Confession No.60

It is the lingering thoughts of the road that could have happened that makes those lashes tremble under the weight of longing. 

Confession No.59

Sometimes

You're on auto pilot

Sometimes

Its the high end of emotions

Which comes before 

The curling up into a ball of depression

But most of the time

You pray wish and crave

For a distraction. 

I Have Been Away.

Explaination to come . 

Tuesday Thoughts.

Tuesday Thoughts.

Tuesday Thoughts.

Lone. Li. Ness.

Loneliness seeps between your bones

Curdles in your heart

Blankets your soul

Suffocating once ignorance

Has reached its usage limit.

Confession No.58

In the darkest corner of my heart

Hidden among the silky webs

A little gem of a zero conditional

If I am patient 

More than I have ever been

You will look for me

Find me as I am. 

Tuesday Thoughts.

Remembrance Series: Seven

I remember my first taste of pecan butterscotch cake. It was crunchily sweet. It was creamily salty. It warmed my skin from the artificial coolness. It shaded my eyes from the afternoon sun. It was the last thing I had before a hiatus of 36 months in a friendship I truly adore.

Tuesday Thoughts.

Confession No. 57

I have been checking. For months. 

Nothing. 

Now, that is a hint that I have never crossed your mind. 

Teaser- Birthday.

Remembrance Series: Six.

I remember the first taste of perfection. It was something with a 0.00000000001 chance of happening. It took my breath away. It made me full of glee. It haunted my dreams. It proves that once you had a taste of perfection, everything else pales in comparison.

Tuesday Thoughts.

Happy 3rd Year of Blogging.

Three years of blogging. Three wonderful, slightly chaotic years. The last year has seen me going through:

1. Stressful moments aka my final year project, my finals, my attempt at a professional paper and handling group members.

2. A mega book shopping trip. 20 books at one go? And to be repeated again in few months' time.

3. Going to Medina and Mecca for the third time, and feeling so grateful and in peace there.

4. Compile a collection of short stories and poems.

5. Feeling used.

6. Felt really mad at someone.

7. Met someone who showed me that ideal in my head does exist.

8. Go into a ball of despair, and found myself aching for something that will never be mine.

9. Write oh so many poetry, all emotional.

10. Write a dedication

11. Went through the whole job searching phase.

12. Earned my first salary.


Here's to another year of blogging.