Wednesday, August 12, 2009

The Culprit

It so happens that many relationships are broken due to one single reason: ego. It is on both sides generally...but when talking about the martian sex, it has a specific name....MALE EGO. I seriously think that this male ego, is certainly different from the simple ego. Let's find out how.

She didn't call,
I waited.
It was the fourth day.

I. Why do you talk to him?
I don't like him.
She said nothing.
She listened to me,
looking at me with impassionate eyes.
Those eyes which once spake love.
Unable to hide
my anger, I left.

II. Why do you talk to him?
I don't like him either.
She said nothing.
She listened to me,
looking at me with impassionate eyes.
Those eyes which now demanded,
from me, a little sensibility.
Unable to hide
my discomfort, I left.

III. Why did you bring him along?
I didn't wanna meet him.
She said nothing.
She listened to me,
looking at me with impassionate eyes.
Those eyes which said it was enough.
Unable to hide
my insecurity, I left.

She didn't call the next day.
Nor the day after.
She didn't call for four days,
I didn't bother.
It was her mistake,
wasn't it?
She ought to make it up.
I wanted time alone with her,
not with her friends.
I wanted to talk to her,
not to her friends.
Yet, she brought them along.
Though I never said these things,
She should have understood.
Yes, it was her mistake.

Ten days passed.
Not a word from her.
I desperately wanted to talk
to her, but no.
I am not weak,
And I am not wrong.
If she can live,
without talking to me,
So Can I.

Why didn't you call me for two weeks?
I was dying to talk.
She said nothing.
She listened to me.
The deafening silence became unbearable.
Then in a heavy voice,
like a mourner, she said,
"She wouldn't call me again.
I was unbearable."
The phone went dead,
just like me.
I stood, and stood for hours.
Hah! What an excuse it was.
She was the culprit,
So she blamed it on me.

I got over it.
Of course, it was Her mistake.
Yes it was.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009


A description of romance through another object, Chocolate. I find it certainly romantic, hope you do.

A lovely evening it was.
The food delicious,
The companion beautiful,
The surroundings melodious.
A wonderful time we had of it.

I stared into her eyes,
Those twinkling black eyes,
Lined with Kohl and a little
Mascara, they fluttered and shied away.

Then with a determination,
She met my gaze,
Not to show the same old twinkles
but a mischief.
What's the dessert? she asked.
After a heavy meal, mushrooms,
It was not a concern.
Let's go outside, I indicated.
She understood.
We walked the beach,
The invisible sea making fearful sounds,
She held me tightly,
I thanked the sea,
I loved the sound of it.

Another fifteen minutes we walked,
Then finding a suitable place,
We settled ourselves.
The sea splashed our feet,
Breaking into a thousand droplets,
Raining on our toes.
She demanded for the dessert again,
I smiled and then took out from my pocket,
A bar of chocolate.
And then I saw,
The same twinkle in those loving black eyes.
But to my utter disappointment,
The cocoa had melted,
By the heat of my heart.
The bar was no more,
Just a thick fluid,
Tempting yet scary,
Like the sea at our feet.
We looked at each other,
Then decided in favor,
She tore the golden cover,
Just the top of it.

she took to her lips,
The thick brown liquid,
Squeezing the bottom,
Sucking the delicious blood of bitter cocoa.
I looked at her,
Wanting the melt.
She understood.
She gave me the packet,
I licked it happily.
A squeeze, and cold, molten lava,
Gushed onto my taste-buds.
The sensation tickled my tongue,
I closed my eyes and ummm-ed.
An exhilarating bite I had of it.

Two distinct drops had settled on her lips,
I saw her lick then away,
The gluey liquid spread itself,
Giving the lips a chocolate flavor.
She understood.
Her eyes were closed,
My eyes wide open,
While we enjoyed,
The blend of molten chocolate and lip-skin.
A lovely night we had of it.

The Caffeine

Coffee is not just a beverage. It is something more. Just tried to describe it in a few words.

It is a need,
A want.
A desire, fulfilled
only by having it.

It is a mood
A state.
A moment, lived
only by having it.

It is a smell,
An aroma.
An aura, defined
only by having it.

It is a touch,
A feeling.
An ecstasy, relived
only by having it.

It is flavor,
It is beautiful,
It is divine,
It is love,

It is you,
It is me,
It is nothing,
But us.
It is Coffee.