Saturday, June 6, 2009

Frogs

People adapt, he remarked dismissively. She was immediately reminded of what she had read about frogs: if dropped in hot water; they jump out immediately. If left in lukewarm water and temperature is raised gradually, however, they will stay in the water until they die. In the end, she reflected, we are all just frogs.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A Man Of Action

Sitting lonely and alone.

Forlorn.

Except for your thoughts. Resounding off the walls they come, reflecting in constructive and destructive interference.

Coupling. Mating. Fighting. Agreeing. To disagree. And stringing together plans. Action and adventure. Ideas and to-do lists.

It is time to act now.

Get up. Stop the nonsense now. Flush. Recapture your life tonight.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Change

Dark clouds came from nowhere and masked the sky. It started to rain in the middle of summer.

Suddenly it changed everybody’s mood. Happy and chirpy buzzing the floor with sounds, words and laughter. Just a little off from the regular changes a lot.

He didn’t call after dinner that night.

Colorblind

Black was her favorite color. From her dress to her coffee, she preferred that. If she had her way, she would paint all the roses in her garden.

May be, after all these years, he knew at least that much about her. He left her with a black eye in all darkness.

Hopeless

Slow slurry sounds made her realize she had kept even her dog awake so late.

What was she doing anyway-going over the past half decade of her life once again! Trying to find that one place where she had gone wrong. Reason that made him leave.

There was no hope for her now.

Nightmares

She sat next to him in the field. As he talked to her, she could see the naïve and innocent him, without really listening to what he was saying. And then she saw another him playing cricket a little far away- rugged and brute.

She woke up.

Anything to feel close to him- even nightmares!

Friday, May 1, 2009

I saw an elderly woman out for a jog.
She was wearing makeup and pearl drop-earrings.
I smiled at her, and she nodded back with a wheeze.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Sometimes someone will sit down next to me on the subway, and I realize I will spend 20 minutes next to this person and never see their face.
Our shoulders may touch, I may like their shoes, but I will never turn my head to really see them.
What if we look the same?

Monday, April 27, 2009

My girlfriend's eyelashes didn't match her hair. When she took off her mascara, she looked like a ghost. Whereever she is, I know when she washes her face, her eyes scare her.
I told her she was more beautiful that way.
She was in love with contrast.

Friday, April 24, 2009

"He loves me,"
"He loves me,"
"He loves me,"
"He loves me,"
"He loves me,"
She giggled as he reached over and pulled the last petal off himself.
"Yes, I love you," he murmured against her lips. "Irrevocably, undeniably so."
The petals lay forgotten as she responded in the only way that could possibly suffice.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

She embraced him, breathing him in, only to let go and step back, confused. There was a strangeness to his scent, an alien presence. He smelled faintly of musk, sandalwood and the sweat of her skin. Still unsure, testing, she leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, but all she could taste was his unmitigated betrayal.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The day he asked her to be his, she started a journal. Everyday, religiously, she wrote one reason why she loved him. It was meant to be a present for him, at some point. Maybe a birthday, or an anniversary. She never imagined that she would need it. To remind her why she should stay.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

874 miles, 728 days and 12 inches. That was a lot to be separated by, she mused, considering that she'd never felt closer to anyone. Ever.
She was startled out of her reverie as he casually swung her into his lap.
Distance be damned, she grinned to herself as she leaned forward to kiss him.

Monday, April 20, 2009

He expressed disdain at the red tint of her nails and so she never used that color again. She got his bedroom walls painted that exact shade of red the day she walked out on him. All the girls that he brought home loved it. He wondered if a thank you note would be appropriate.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

She ran a finger up his arm, smiling at the trail of goosebumps that followed. He mirrored her smile as he shifted in his sleep. Settling herself into his arms, she giggled as he unconsciously pulled her back into him. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of lovers that called back.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Flirtations. Distractions. Stolen glances over solids. Solids and stripes. He never let her win. She returned the favor. Three to one. One to one.
In the end, they both lost.

Maybe I should have let him win, she'd think with a sigh.
Maybe I shouldn't have sank the eight right then, he would muse later.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Moving On

Today, in the midst of sheer happiness, she thought of him. And she paused. Mid-laugh. And she thought of him. And of them. And the "them" that they used to be. And she wondered what she had been thinking then. Or whether she had even been thinking at all. And then she laughed again.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Something like fate

she woke up sweating, curled tight around herself. she thought she heard him call her name. she felt the burning behind her eyelids. hallucinations. sweet hallucinations. five am. she slowly made her way across the room in the dark. she felt cold. alone. so alone. suddenly she smiled, radiant. The Magic Eight Ball said Yes.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

For He Who Sulks

His hair was long. Longer than hers. She loved running her fingers through it. Long and silky. Enough to inspire inadequacy. She played with strands as he slept, twirling them around her finger almost reverently. He couldn't bear for her to feel insufficient, subordinate. He shaved his head. Her hands felt empty. She left.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

taara

seventeen freckles on her neck. shaped like a star. slightly skewed. but still, a star. his star, he used to say, fanciful. his. all his. naive. but fanciful, still. but stars burn out. and nobody likes to be left with ashes. only ashes. of burnt out stars. of freckles. freckles that promised so much. once.

Monday, April 13, 2009

crush

my head is throbbing. my mouth is dry, my lips chapped. i run my tongue over my bottom lip, desperately seeking relief. cotton mouth. i can tell you exactly what that means. so much more than a fancy moniker. i can feel the cold tremors running under my skin. but you are oblivious. always oblivious.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Her nails blush endearing shades of coral and soft spirals frame her heart-shaped face. She is perfectly coiffed, impeccably dressed, not one hair out of place. A million women would die to be her. The men, to be with her. The most beautiful woman in the world. Inside, she is empty.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

exhale

scared of being alone with the unspoken words


that hung between them


she fills her day with unending chores


the faintly bitter hairball of emotions


rising in her throat reminds her of


the emptiness he leaves behind every night


when he walks away in her sleep


will she ever be ready to let him go?