Monday, November 15, 2010

Cheesecake, Love and You.

Your love for cheesecakes,
my love for you.

I like holding on to somethings,
you have ample of them,

Thanks to cheesecakes.
Your uterus hurts?
What the doctor says?
"Shed some weight?"
Oh no....how much
?
Like 180 pounds?






Gosh, you can't eat cheesecakes?

What will happen to your treasure cellulites?
What will happen to your
darling derriere?

You love cheesecakes, I love you.
There goes your cheesecakes, there goes my love.

August













"Dispersed among million stars",

like ubiquitous cicadas,

my thoughts swarm around you.

Around, inside, outside you.

“August and everything aftrer"?


Even the very next morning,
I woke up moaning,
my sheet soaked in sweat.

sweat of my own, mine alone.

Every wall.
Of course, all the four

and the ceiling and the floor.

The floor, we make love on million times,
swirled round and round my head –
a whirlpool of DC photos.,

you so tactfully clicked on
incessant
craftily avoiding, us being together
even in auto mode.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

DID I DO THE RIGHT THING? (II)

Did I do the right thing?

I thought I did. I think I did. But this guy...ok, let's say...what happens if a dog is tied all the time? If a dog is tied all the time and if he gets to escape sometimes it creates havoc. This guy was like that tied dog before he met me. I let me out. He was happy like that dog. He was running around like that dog, smashing everything around him, messing gardens, scaring kids figuratively. He was unaware of the damage he was causing because he never knew what it was like being happy, being confident.

He was acting like the first time drinker. He was a drinker before I met him, all right. Matter of fact, he used to drink way too much always. He would not be happy until he was drunk and this was almost everyday.

He became blunt in his approach with people. He would say nasty thing in their face. He would even come down to insulting people around him often. I told him he was being hyper. I would hint that maybe reading Painfully Shy was little too much of a does for him. He would make a face and shrug.

Occasionally, he would insult me as well. I thought he will learn to behave. I thought he was having that 'dog tied too much' phase and he would overcome it soon. But I was wrong. He started insulting me in front of other people as well. Even my friends started noticing it. They would hint me that I should mingle with people my own age.

Then it crossed the limit one day. He was drunk and he insulted me really bad. And he got something he had never expected from me. He got a good kick in his face. Oh, you should have seen his face. I mean the surprise in his face.

I haven't seen him from that day even if he lives two blocks away. I think he went back to his cocoon. I am sorry for that but some people MUST learn it the hard way.

Did I do the right thing?

Saturday, October 30, 2010

DID I DO THE RIGHT THING ? ( I )

This guy really turned out to be stupid. When I first met him he was so self-conscious, he was stammering when he talked with me. His face was red like a tomato and his grin was so permanent, I had a feeling his lips were actually fixed like that due to some disease. I felt discomfort making him so uneasy. I wanted to make him comfortable around me, therefore, I befriended him.

He was half my age. He was just 20 when I met him.

I found out that he was interested in books. I also found out that he was more into spiritualism. He was an ardent Buddhists. To make him comfortable I started talking about things he was interested in. I found out that he was very knowledgeable. For his age he was very well read and well informed.

As time passed by he was confident enough to confide in me that he was suffering from social anxiety, which, needless to say, was so discernable for everybody else but him. I suggested him to read some self-help books. I helped him get a library card. I found him two books - Feeling Good and Painfully Shy. He read them earnestly. I could see the change in him everyday. He was becoming bolder. He was abler to hold conversations with newly acquainted people. He was becoming more relaxed around new people.

He was much more happier than when I first met him. He began cracking jokes all the time. He would come up with such funny things to say, he would make us laugh all the time. I was getting comments from his relatives that I turned him a new leaf.

Did I do the right thing?