:)

It is this,
This
Haunting
Heat
And
Your
Frantic
Feet
Dancing
To this
Erotic
Exotic
Brazilian
Beat.
This.
Cathartic
Concoction.
This.
Impeccable
Inoculation of
Inhibitions
When
You press your body against mine; fluid in the unflinching drop of beats and the mobilization and eviction of our consciences capturing and releasing of hips and hands
Conquering and re-conquering
This
Crime Scene.

touch down

We need a cat

No, we don’t. we have enough on our plate as it is.

But mum, okay.we’re like a married couple right…

Silence

So, just like married couples find that they think twice about getting a divorce cos of their kids, we’d do the same if we had a cat!

But we’re not getting a divorce , Farah. (irritated)

Yeah but I’m just saying. It might be good for you and I. There isn’t enough love man. WE need more LOVE in our home. C’mon. Ill take care of it. Please?

Stop pestering me Farah. I said NO.

But muuuuumm Im LONELY. I want a cat to keep me company.

Silence

Fine. Be that way. I wont get a cat. I’ll get a boyfriend instead.

Good. Let me know when you do.

Tsk. But MUM. Its .. its.. its easier to get a cat than a boyfriend.



And theyre so much easier to handle and feed.



Ohmygod. I’m a spinster in the making.



I want a cat and not a man.And, and , and I’m looking for love in a CAT



OHMYGAWD MUM. IM A SPINSTER. MUM! MUM!



WHY ARENT YOU ANSWERING ME!



Tsk. You see. THIS is why



we need a cat.



Mum?

ressurection

How do you ressurect a blog that has been so dead you feel the posts were written by an entirely different person?

You can't just blow the dust off of it, pen down a new date, rip out discoloured pages and start anew.

Or can you?

Perhaps i could mutter incantations and do a naked moondance ritual when night falls and then use my magic marker to draw a new page, a new design and a new blog for my new life.

Yes.

Now, that sounds like a plan.

You

You and your unfamiliar ways,
making waves,
burning days,
and paving ways.
Away.

It hurts to remember who you were,
what we were
when all that remains is a frayed
thread of what once was.

You say you dont know who i am anymore and all you see are glimpses of a person you knew before.
Let me tell you it hurts too much for me to even think about the person you were because it reminds me yet again of what you are now.

coined in the shower

Tossed sheets,

coffee stains

and hurriedly drawn curtains

that whisper last night's

secrets to passerbyes.

-

Cigarette ash secrets that

carelessly fluttered

away from our crashing, twisting limbs

and perused the contoures

of

your

flesh

on

my

flesh.

-

Secrets that spied

in crevices

we

dented

(un)dented

(in)dented

and

(re)dented

as

we reinvented karma - oh karma

fucking

sutra.

-

Sectrets precariously

perched peeked

as we peeled,

pressed,

pushed,

pumped

and

pleaded.

Pleased.

parched

Haiku for tchu

I cannot mark this

cannot cannot cannot mark

this without coffee.

Amidst marking, freeeeezing my tukhesh underneath the aircon vent,

spilling teh tarik all over my work desk,

sitting in for lessons,

and surfing the net

while listening to beyonce, britney and lady gaga

there is a growing burning in

my gut.

It could just be the sudden enslaught of gastric.

In fact, that probably is what it is.

I.

Hate.

This.

Anticipation.

This.

Incapacity.

This.

Incipidity.

Incipidaciousness?

I.

Hate.

Shit.

I.

Have.

A.

Class.

To.

Teach.

Now.

Mr suave

Words don't drip drip drip

for my heart that goes dup dup dup

when my phone goes beep beep beep

as your heels go click click click