Drafts

Some days like today I’m struck with this urge to organise: everything must have its place and a place for everything. These are the days the house gets rid of massive amount of “junk” wherein any little thing whose existence in the house can’t be justified gets thrown into the trash. Days later I’ll sit …

UNCONTAINED

work in progress. Can we just be people Existing instead of reminiscing, If walls were blackholes , Could your mass bend my gravity ? Got one feet in the past Not all things are meant to last. To claim without possession To love not just obsession Can do a wide split To cover our futures …

I like big BUTS

Those big, juicy head turners that make you stop and stare and do a double take. The kind that stirs up your imagination and re think all your preconceived notions. I LOVE big buts. Not the’ piece of bubble’ Sir-mix-A-Lot spoke about; I love the kind that makes a sentence hang on the edge and not your jeans, well, I like the juicy behinds too but that’s for another time

Half Empty

There was once a swing hanging from an old tree, By the house on fifth street. And as a little girl everyday I would go to play On that swing and fly high Oh so high! Up in the sky ! Until one day the swing broke; There had been a storm the day before …

I once had a dream…

I once had a dream That,I was a child once more It was a strange dream that; A vague reminiscence A nostalgia provoked... A sense of longing for an era past, Days of innocence , of an untouched heart; Where the greatest demons were Those monsters that hid under my bed. Some days I wish …