Just another tale

Long long ago, lost in history

I found a story of magical mystery.

A royal legend told in time

Which made the birds chirp and the winds chime.

Love as pure as molten gold

Forever.. Immortal.. Never old.

A bond as intricate as silken weave

A lasting impression on my soul, it did leave.

With hearts of glass they surrendered brittle

Passion melting them away, little by little.

Until he galloped away on his horse

Birthing yet another tale of love and loss.

Game of two

She walks towards you, a skip in her step

You're 20 minutes late. Shirt hanging out. No time to prep.

She plays with her hair, her curls so capricious

But your mind is busy inspecting if her gaze spells suspicious

She playfully chastises you about cancelling for a whole week

Deaf to it all, you worry if she caught that lipstick stain on your cheek

Sipping her coffee in a hurry, she calls her early departure a real 

disappointment

Without putting up a fight you welcome it, still dizzy from your 

earlier appointment.

She doesn't know.

You breathe a sigh of relief into the nape of her neck. She says 

"It's Ralph Lauren"

You feel thrown off your game, for to this unfamiliar musky fragrance your senses are foreign.

You cast away the doubt and follow her for the customary drink,

Instead she says- 'Not tonight, honey. It's late, don't you think?'

Dejected, confused and livid; because it's only a little past four

But as she kisses Goodnight, you can swear there's someone behind the door.

Do I know? 

The world is too big for small talk

Tell me the story behind that scar on your face

Tell me about that dream you never chased.

Tell me why you carry around that picture in your purse

Tell me why you stopped writing verse.

Tell me about that storm brewing in your mind

Tell me about the moments you wish you could rewind.

Tell me the secrets you've been hiding from us all

Tell me why you once said in love you'll never fall.

Tell me why you aren't the person you used to be

Tell me what's keeping you from breaking free.

The inescapable truth is that we have little time on the clock.

Bare it all, my dear. This world is too big for small talk.

A day will come

A day will come when snow will grace this weatherless city

So to cast away these mufflers would be a real pity.

A day will come when I’ll be thin and skinny again

Why throw away all my dresses smaller than a size ten?

A day will come when I’ll strut the streets of Europe among suits

How will I ever face the world if I part today with my boots??

A day will come when 70s fashion will make a dramatic return

That’s why I fight mum when she says ‘Your bell bottoms must burn!’

A day will come when my days will begin and end by the sea

I'm holding on to them all - fantasy, tankini, monokini and bikini.

A day will come when I'll have to live alone in a loft

What will ever comfort me at night, if not this old tshirt so soft?

A day will come when all the wardrobes in the world just won’t be enough

I’m in love with every little pin. How do I break up with all this stuff??

Random

I write not about the perils of man
Of home truths, never been a fan.
I write not about love and loss
No trauma and tragedy, I'm all about the goss!
I write not about hopes and dreams
But of rants and ramblings that run into reams!
I write not about sense and wisdom
It's more fun to be random at random
What I really write about is the stupid stuff
Coz c'mon man, life's already pretty rough.

Oh rain, you're such a tease!

Summer, winter, monsoon – I call it powerplay in degrees

Even the gods of perfect weather are indulging in this breeze

My heart yearns for a drive, my eyes fixed upon my keys

Calling out to me are garam garam chai and some cheap Chinese

Sitting at the window, I pretend I’m by the seas

In the manic shower of icy raindrops I want to freeze

Splashing dirty puddles, seeking shelter under trees

Something about the rain strangely puts me at ease

The nip in the air suggests something about birds and bees

Stay under the sheets, maybe steal a few extra Zs

It’s impossible to beat these blues, no cure for this disease

A bottle of vino to top it off, maybe marry it with some cheese

But the things you do to traffic has me begging on my knees

Why have you held me hostage? Oh rain you’re such a tease!!

Drill

I can love like a woman, and party like a man

I’ll sweep you off your feet, you’ll be my biggest fan.

I’ll walk clumsy, and cuss and swear

Your darkest secrets I’ll make you share

You can buy me a drink, but never my fancy

I’ve played this game before, so don’t try to get handsy

You can call me a vixen, or label me a tease

But you know you'll be dialing me again, as soon as you can find your knees.