Moth Love

Girl's Night Out was every Wednesday night. This week, they made reservations for 8 pm at this old bar downtown. It had been long since they had indulged in loud noises and nectarine mead.

She picked her favourite outfit in gossamer, and powdered her arms, blushing as she mulled over what she was going to share with the girls tonight.

The boys she had met were old, dull and asymmetrical. A heartless breed of tricksters who'd initiate entanglement through meaningless flattery. She'd wanted something that was long lasting and beautiful. A relationship that would not end in death, decay or caterpillar children.

They flit around each other sharing stories from the week, when suddenly they noticed her glowing from the inside.

She sniggered and unveiled the bright man she had met. Of how she singed to his touch and burned at the thought of his name. "I made love to a ball of light" she said rubbing her belly.

They were blinded as they witnessed the birth of a new breed of fireflies twinkling around the bar.

* For Magpie Tales

** For 3WW

There's no Fluff!

Swollen damp cotton balls have clustered over the horizon, conspiring over their own death today.

They've clumped their heads together with a shared fate, waiting for a cue from thunder's battle-cry.

Without trepidation they bash and botch at their neighbor's faces, leaving trails of liquid anger from the sky.

There are wars even in heaven. There's one every other day.

But for the flotilla of impatient people... Can anyone think beyond that traffic jam!?

How Fruitful Was That?

In the orchard of excellence, the fallen peach was graded a scoffing 'F' for her behaviour.

Well-ripened and unabashed she lived by her will.
And plunged to a splattering death close to the family roots.

Unlike her perfectly plucked sisters,
who were last seen in the old man's commode.



Photo Credit: Designer's Terminal #66

What did you Expect?

That habitual 

glint. The

same dilated

size.

You searched

for my love

in her
willful eyes.

You stared

harder to

catch one

little glimpse.

Of a world

forgotten

and left

behind.

You looked

for my dreams

in her
wide eyes.

How would it

be there?

My love

was Blind.

Dazzling Emotions

It had been eons since she was besotted by the sky. Her wavy dark hair circumvented her space sending livid ripples of love-lost fury in all directions. She gurgled towards him brimming with hope and love; and came lashing back home when she found none.

Until one calm dark night when she sat by herself and observed her muse with a smirk. It dawned on her then that she was actually mesmerized by those shiny little trinkets that covered every inch of his expansive frame.

So she scuffed, scuttled and shuffled her feet, without a second glance above.
For she had learned to braid her own tresses with stars.

Light Exams

He sat there quietly in the shadows of the night, memorizing his lessons all day.
But he couldn't remember all his lines, and knew there was a better way.

The wall suggested he copy from her, so she scribbled on herself with delight.
He winked and smiled in absolute relief. This had to make it work, alright!

The strict shrewd instructor switched the questions and threw him in an electrifying daze.
The lines and lessons danced before him, but he couldn't recollect the right phrase.

He stuttered and stammered and flickered all the way, unable to make his mark.
It wasn't easy to read notes off a wall when he was still scrambling in the dark.

It's all Well Arranged!

They lined themselves up neatly with a 'name' assigned to them. The men stood there impatiently, fretting about how long they'd had to wait! Each oggled lecherously at all the other girls, keeping one eye on his prize.

One lifted her off her feet, and then dumped her back on the belt. But with a bent back and a crooked nose, she still shined the name on her face. 

Another ripped and stripped her open, searching for his name. He didn't find what he was looking for, so he packed her up again. The others stared in horror, but raised only a brow.
"Not mine!" he shrugged simply, without an ounce of guilt.

She finally found the 'right one', and gave her hand out to reach out to his. But was so disappointed to see another buxom beauty resting peacefully on his trolley.

They quickly dried up their tears, and then laughed and sniggered at the rest.

How could they stand to be like those unfortunate girls, still waiting to be picked? 

Pin Pains for Poster Boy!

With a well-balanced head, she stuck on to his to-do-list through morning, noon and night.
And every time he crossed his work-station, she beamed and held on tight!

So when he put her on his wish-list's forehead, she secretly made her own.
She longed for him to hold her between his fingers and press her against the foam.

While her violent predisposition made her want to pierce right through his heart.
It might've been easier if she was a strong-legged, big-bosomed dart.

Alas! Dear Thumbtack, 

You'll only be his pretty Pin-up Girl!

Pan Waltz

She was spooned out of her comfort zone and thrown on to the steaming hot dance floor.

She sputtered and stuttered and sizzled on her feet. And then the broad shouldered yeast lord slithered in.

Together, they swooned and pirouetted in perfect circles.

Complicated footwork followed suit.

He dragged along, but she was light, light, light.

I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.

Slanted Strides

When everything ahead looks black and white...

...you can't just sit on the fence and walk sideways, dear Minister!

Little Dents of Venus

Two well chiseled dimples were etched and engraved right above those cushioned mounds of fullness. 

I wonder what it was that made her back laugh so much, so often.

The Lone Student

With one hand on the snooze button he rubbed the sleep out of his starry eyes and winked open a sunbeam.

He was late for school, AGAIN! He quickly dressed into his golden yellow uniform and packed reserve batteries in his lunch-box.

There were shadow lessons with the clouds, and prism lectures with the rain.

He sucked at all subjects but they still called him BRIGHT!

What else would they say for the only one in the class?

Death Wish

On a short trip to the finish line, his porous bald head burst into a thick mane of bright gold.

Fiery yellow streaks shrouded his stick figure.
But it felt a little warm inside.



The man of color was blonde when he died.

Guzzle On!

Slightly cool-headed Ms. Pinot Grigio was bursting to jump out of the bottleneck and be one with her long time love, Sir Whine Goblet, the Third.

She unfurled herself as hot passionate mist mingled with desire.

Transparent in each other's arms, we saw through them.

Through the wine.

Through the glass. 

Through their love.

They consumed each other in perfect unison, leaving little droplets of sweat on the unsuspecting drinker's palm.

Scratch Scratch!

Stars are proof that the guy up there has an itchy scalp and a severe case of dandruff.

Can someone at least tell him that he shouldn't dare to wear Black!!

Don't hold my Hand!

She believed in the cause of being one of those Paper Chain People.

Except when she wanted to scratch her back.

Out-of-order, and so disconnected!

A little impaired on the inside.

My judgment requires spectacles, the conscience is in dire need of a hearing aid, and the logical side is limping like it needs to touch the finish line tomorrow!!

Unfaithful Week

Tame 'n tranquil Tuesday met wanton 'n wanderlustful Wednesday over a midnight buffet at Marine Plaza.
Imagine her horror when she saw manipulatively mellow Monday slip stealthy from his other side!!

Ouch!!

Her silence was so loud that I had to play my iPod to mute away those sharp notes of nothingness.

Gape, you Ape!

He gave a full-toothed yawn to reveal Mumbai's skyline on his lower jaw.