Conversation with people who hold a different world view tightly, fondly and with conviction can be thought provoking and sometimes slightly embarrassing. It can leave you feeling melancholy if you are not in a position to voice the world views that you hold dearly with less conviction. I’ve been having a number of such conversations lately and I resort to ...
You and I scampered along a path of bliss and learning In the shade or the burning heat Your hand in mine Or Mine in yours We climbed up a hill or two Slid down a grassy bank to land on a beach Where sea shells shone, Where waves were tame giants in a cradle of rocks strong A breeze ...
Gib stared at the swirls of pink and orange tinged with gold against a pale blue background in amazement. He sank his feet deeper into the soft and slightly moist stuff he was standing on. His uncut mop of hair flew in the air, each strand playing ‘tangles’ with the others. The strong, unruly body of water in front of ...
A pool of young water Reflected your Proud picture Decked in crimson and gold And a special black cape You were super man The best in the world In your eyes and those of Others (or so you thought) Proud and energetic On the verge of desperate Euphoria, you Roamed the world… On the bank of a young pool You ...
He sat up and lit a cigarette. His left eye reflected the light in a shade of infernal red. For a moment he looked like the devil in disguise with sleek long hair and nerdy specs. The smell of tobacco clung to the thick air of the room. The smell of enticement (for her). He sat on his bed naked ...
A day spent at the beach, pretending to be mermaids in a vast universe of possibilities and sea dreams. Plain tea in cupfuls in a dingy student canteen with a side dish of a miniature spicy roti and conversation. A bike ride on a river bank while the sun set and the moon rose on either side of your ...
Wisdom hides amongst the most mundane of things In a withering bush near a car park In a foolish movie for the masses In a cup of tea and an invisible storm Rising above the filthy mud Of day to day living
Just weeks before my wedding Butterflies haunted me. One rested on the wall next to my bed. He was white with delicate pink and yellow patterns outlined in a rich dark blue. He kept me company while I sank into the world of Hemingway. He was right beside me when I chased hunters in Africa, watched bull fights and sobbed ...
My friend the misogynist Holds meetings in his head Bashing the women in red For being feminists Heeee should go soak up the sun Stop telling everyone to be Assholes…. I wrote these lines following a chaotic meeting inside my own head. The words are passive aggressive and offensive, I admit. I am no better than ‘my friend the misogynist’ ...