"The only thing better than a best friend is a best friend with Chocolate."

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Match-made

It used to be a tradition
involving trays of coffee and desserts,
a shy, obsequious girl on display
and the chinking weight of gold.

I hid somewhere among
exploding stars and raging seas
waiting to be found.
Now the planets are aligning
but my heart isn't.

Its a winged creature
with a mind of its own
spoilt by too many dreams,
and Prince Charming looks nothing
like this. Except for the stars.
They, apparently, approve.

Monday, January 10, 2011

I’m overwhelmed, asphyxiated by
words ricocheting in my head. Their clamor
is like the primate section of a zoo on a
midsummer weekend, except it intensifies
after the sun goes down. No banana for you,
I think to myself.

Their risqué mating rituals form thoughts,
paint illusions on a caffeine-starved mind
too tired to bother looking for reality. Too tired
to be a bulwark against the words, really.

Tonight, I let the ink spill onto paper,
words that resemble rorscharch paintings
in syntax and form. Yet the words are there,
whispering,
out of control,
catcalling,
inviting a cataclysm.

So glad I'm on vacation.