Monday, 23 December 2013


So yesterday I ran into a lovey dove pair,
Holding hands and giggling like teenagers,
Oh yeah,they were in love,
Hook line and sinker.

At one time,
I could have been jealous,
I could have wanted to experience the ecstasy they had,
I could have yearned for someone to come hold my hand too,
To whisper into my ears and make me blush,
I could have yearned for a kiss,
A caress,
Some cuddling,
All that heavy breathing and more.

But I didn't,
I had this plain cold indifference which was all new to me,
And a sadness which felt pretty bottomless,
All these things I thought I missed,
I was surprised to realize I actually did not.

Reached for my pulse to check if I was still alive,
Good Lord yes, I was alive,
My heart was slamming against my rib cage,
All it was doing was pumping blood,
No pitter-patter and going all mushy over 'love'.

Even gooey soppy films,books and texts,
Have all of a sudden become a no no,
Felt love was just damn overrated,
Wearing your heart on the sleeve for daws to peck at,
To trust some jackass with your heart,
So they could rip it out and tear your dreams asunder.

Bliss is...

Bliss is...
Waking up to the aroma of coffee,
The beautiful innocent laughter of a child,
Tangled bed covers and strewn lingerie,
The mellifluous music of a gay skylark,
Azure skies and golden sun rays,
That bear hug where you do not want to let one go,
The sweet smell of the English Primrose on a balmy night,
Walking down the aisle towards your Prince Charming,
Dark chocolate melting on your tongue,
Taking control of the dance floor and dancing the night away,
Reading fairy tales and getting lost in the mystery,
Bliss is all this and more.


Melancholy is ...
that phone call which never comes,
A thousand trips to the letter box for that letter that won't come,
Scowling gray skies,
Biting cold winter nights,
A dirge, hearse and a graveside wreath,
A lone dog mournfully howling in the distance,
Being put to sleep by hot saline tears,
Unrequited love,
White cold and sterile hospital walls,
That smile which doesn't reach the eyes,
Melancholy is all these and a whole lot more.

Thursday, 12 December 2013

Our Minds

I met  him,
And immediately  fell for his mind,
Quietly sat in a corner,
Yeah, he had the looks and a pretty fancy accent,
But it was the mind that got my attention.

Listened to him once, twice, then I joined in,
He must have felt the same way,
For from the moment I spoke,
I felt him zooming in on me,
Dude was falling for my mind too.

We shut out everybody in the room,
And put our minds to play,
Pushing and pulling,
Testing our limits,
Then going past them.

We talked about Bach,
About Mozart,
About Chopin,
Da Vinci, Socrates and Aristotle.

Delved into Shakespeare, Chaucer and Tolstoy,
Into Emecheta and Achebe,
And into Yeats and Keats.
He made me smile, blush and feel a tad hot under the collar,
Made me cross and uncross then cross my legs again,
Met his gaze and held it,
Saw the distant flames flickering in the depths of his eyes,
Peered at him from underneath my lashes,
Knowing the effect I was having on him,
And liking it.

Eons later, he spoke...again
In low guttural tones,
Heavy with pent up ‘whatever-it-was-he-was-feeling’,
And I loved what he said J