I tried to be wise.
But with bang in the middle,
I chose to be me.
#vss365 #bang
I made a pact with the Devil. "No love or lust in my life," I promised. Got indifference in return. Life's normal without those two. No great expectations, no insincere excuses. It's tough only with a woman with the same pact. Dead eyes, dead senses, both dead.
#vss365 #lust
"Once upon a time, a nebula fell in love with a black hole."
"Pa!"
"Yes?"
"Is this about you and Ma?!"
"Why?"
"Ma called you a Black Hole!"
"When?"
"On the phone! I heard it!"
"Ah."
"Go on, Pa!"
"Huh?"
"The story!"
"Ah, yes. They thought nothing would come out."
#vss365 #nebula
It's lovely when readers
Give new life
To one's words.
It's lazy to let them
Wander lost
With no guide.
It's really a pain
To be clear
And thoughtful.
The massage parlour claims to be 'eco-friendly' and boasts an 'eclectic' choice of massage : the mammalian, the #obsidian, the alien, etc. He chose the lady offering the second. He stripped, bathed, lay on a cool surface. His last thought was about her name: Ana C 'Onda.
#vss365
What was I thinking
When I said I love you?
A lifetime's load, perhaps,
Frailty too,
Did I hope your needs would
Give way to my comforts?
What was I thinking
When I swore allegiance?
A safer better place, maybe,
Peer pressure too,
Did I hope you would not
Draft my kids for your wars?
What was I thinking
When I wanted to achieve all?
Some flicker of luck, probably,
Dreams of grandeur too,
Did I hope my life would
Allow that which others get?
Wilfred would have said,
"Dulce et decorum est..."
To preach of love and honour,
To feed the milk of human
kindness and what-not,
Would he not have said so?
My daughter, my all,
Sip some Old Monk with me.
Be not fooled by such talk.
The world out there is not bad
If you know the games well,
Be wary, avoid my mistakes.
Do you protest why he,
My son, is free of bitter talk?
He knows what he has to do
To keep what fathers and sons have.
And, mothers and daughters have
To grab what fathers and sons have.
#poetry
#WritingCommunity
I hadn't used this staircase before. If not for the flood and the power cut, I would have been on the lift to my penthouse. What's this world here? People sharing space? Holding each other? Don't they know 'Flirtation is prohibited' outside?
#FromOneLine 247
#vss365 #flirtation
"In a word or two, give reason for your divorce. I'll start. Sicko!"
"Me? Oh. Incompatible."
"Abuse."
"Abuse."
"Incompatible."
"Infidelity."
"Sick of waiting."
"Sick of waiting?"
"For that?"
"People, stick to it."
"But...? Ok...abuse."
"Stuck #gramophone. I mean, abuse."
#vss365
nothing but a lovely dirty #mote
at the beginning and at the end;
how we try to fill the time
in between with much meaning;
existentialism, consciousness, love,
all those big words to sound good;
but, we do owe ourselves all that,
a mote in shakespearean costumes.
#vss365
Dreams ended on their first night. He locked the door. "Let's get started. Strip!" She stood near the bed. He came close, the smirk turned into a snarl. He reached for her bosom. He did not expect the chop to the #philtrum and the knee to the balls. "Let's get started."
#vss365
Everywhere, #everything, it's a five-letter world.
Ladies with five-letter names screaming five-letter cuss words keep me awake all night.
#Wordle Anonymous isn't taking new members!
#vss365
Eulogy:
"...his George Michael days lasted
till the girls realized he's straight;
the 90's were tame,
threatened by bigots,
abused by higher powers;
with none to call #mine
in the new millenium,
he went singing,
"(Now that you're gone)
was what I did so wrong"..."
#vss365
There's a break-up room in office for personal calls filled to the #brim with tears, threats, ultimatums, what-not. Walls are thin. Boss is next door. HR can't be far. The pink slip usually follows. Profit's better with steady workers. People should get their death-wish.
#vss365
"It's #eerie."
"Oh yes."
"Give me a dark desolate graveyard. Or a haunted house."
"A beautiful resort like that..."
"With lovely people..."
"Cannibals..."
"75 victims."
"Remains buried beneath bougainvillea."
"Did you have the stew there?"
"Oh yes."
"Yummy."
#vssmurder
A tormented thief
With molten goods in mesh cage -
Love captured enslaved.
#vss365 #molten
#vssdaily #thief
#haikufeels #tormented
She and I had only one problem.
She chose her friends well. And I wanted wartime friends, good fun for a short life.
It's her friends that killed us.
Mine stayed away. Hell, they knew she wasn't their type.
As for hers, it was like having her with multiple personality.
On the train to nowhere, a beggar sang about going somewhere. There were old familiars. The young lad with a smile for goodbyes; the teen with dreams; the twenty something left bereft; the older ones defeated clowns. "All with the same name, nice," the ticket examiner noted.
(posted on Twitter)
Started with her neck, shoulders, arms. Removed her blouse, bra. Rubbed, kissed her back. Then, trousers, panties. Took time with her legs, bottoms.
20 years back, I asked her to turn over. What happened? Why are we trying to #unfurl a life packed away hastily?
#Eroticismfan
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2019/12/never-together-ever-again.html
(posted on Twitter)
Which coffee would you like, the Barista asked.
The one I shared with her that winter morn,
With the lingering kiss laced with filter kaapi.
I walked away with memories of that #taste.
#Erotify
(posted on Twitter)
In the cottage at cliff-edge,
on the hanging balcony,
At the center,
hanging above clouds,
Naked,
You knew what it took
For me with vertigo
To be there with you,
I knew what it took
For you to try #breath play
To tease the little death,
Edging it to eternity.
#Erotify
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2012/06/footsteps-in-dark.html