Friday, May 25, 2007


The Sun descended on a tree,
To sell orgasms for free,
Kunti took one,
And thus begot a son,
Then followed History.

Thursday, May 24, 2007


I smelt his shirt. Then i smelt his hankerchief.

I wagged my finger in his face for smoking on the sly.
You almost quit, i rued.

He grinned sheepishly. His smile wreaking of guilt, much like his kerchief.

I kissed him then. And made up, nonetheless.

Wifely. Wife-y.

Monday, May 7, 2007


She danced like the weather – wane,
Drove the wind insane,
And laughed till she bled.

Inside the mounting storm,
A glow-worm was born,
On the petal-cade.

Cherry trees blossomed in the shadows of the moon,
White tears glazed the lost tune,
And she cried till he said.

“ Hide thy wounds, Midnight- girl,
Thy dance torments God’s Pearl,
Into the Morning-star thou must fade!”

Thursday, May 3, 2007


" Chirp chirp...twitter..twitter..chirp chirrrp?"

" Twitter twitter twitter chirp chirp twit twit!"

" Why can't you love me as much as she loves him?"

"Because i can't!"

- The love birds - Petro and Savvy

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

A Rainless Storm

One dissects poems when one can't write any,
One dissects people when one can't feel any.

Yesterdays storm brought sand and dust.
It brought lightning, and a gale.
It brought a gnawing ache.
It brought no rain.

a peck on a neck - the novel to be read in one night, to be forgotten the day after.

i might take a job, i might run away.
i might tell a lie, i might tell the truth.

i will have infinite joy.