Guilty as charged. I’m waving a white flag as I raise my hands in surrender. I’m on my knees. Please don’t pull the trigger. Don’t unload that flurry of lead bullets on me. It’s true. I’ve broken hearts before. I’ve dropped the bomb and walked away leaving behind an impenetrable cloud of smoke like a…
Kiss from the Muse
Dear Good People, It is with a mildly heavy heart that I announce this post will most likely be rugged with no defined plot. I take responsibility for it. I was distracted by a girl. She shot me off tangent when I should’ve been drafting my story. Then I got glued on to that rectangular…
My Place and Random Thoughts
I moved in to a new apartment last weekend. It’s a studio. That’s a sexy name for a bed-sitter. Truth is, it’s bigger than the bed-sitter you might have seen back home. I’ll take this new place any day over the hotel room I stayed in for the first three weeks of this month. I…
Thirty
You’ll wake up on your 30th birthday in a hotel room. It’s a Bed and Breakfast lodging close to the Central Station. You’ll reach for the switch and turn on your bedside lamp. Your white sheets and duvet will bounce the light around the room. You’ll squint, stretch your arms and let out a morning…
Fort and Beautiful
She misses him. And her being hasn’t yet agreed to it. Her shoulder just dropped. She doesn’t have a logical explanation for what is happening to her. Her heart which is built of strong muscles feels weak and sick at every beat. She can feel the flow of blood at every inch of her vessels….
Towards 30: Dreams Unquenched
I had a hitch. Call it a technical problem or any fancy word people use when things are not working. The keyboard of the laptop I’ve been using to type my posts is kaput. The QWERTY thing decided to show me the middle finger. Then the GHJKL followed. All vowels pissed on me. Backspace didn’t…
Towards 30
I’m turning 30 next month. The big 3-O is looming. It’s around the turn sitting with its legs crossed, head leaning back against a rocking chair. It’s watching 29 doing the last lap in a 12 month marathon. I can sniff 30. The wind of age is blowing its whiff in my direction. Everything about…
Paris, France
I’m watching the Eiffel Tower glowing with sparkles of silver stars. It is the choreography of lights, a classical composition akin to that of Claude Debussy, a fragrance of Eau de Parfum, a miracle. Those lights are making unforgettable love to my eyes. I don’t want them to stop. I soak that energy into my…
Guten Tag!
The old lady in my building who for about two months was afraid of me finally said hi yesterday. I think she was cornered by her own conscience. She had run out of reasons to be afraid of me. She figured I didn’t bite even though I have vampire teeth. My teeth don’t scare her…