With our legs entwined
When darkness withers away
We see each others
Naked body and Soul.
As we get as raw as we can
Our silence speaks, a trillion
words to each other
As we spoon ourselves to eternity…
Noise and Meaning
Between those “typing…” messages
and the Skype video calls
which never came;
I wonder what it was
that lingered between us
and that kept us going
on and on then.
Between those walks
on the beach, dinners,
stealing kisses,
and multi-shot photographs;
I don’t know
what was noise and
what had meaning…
If sheets could talk
If sheets could talk
they would tell you about
her tears
his loneliness
their ecstasy and
love stains…
Still fighting…
He walked in,
She looked up;
Their breaths met,
Hair was unmade.
Clothes came off,
Her back arched off the bed;
She enjoyed the ride,
He knew when to stop.
They slept together,
Making love silently;
“The fight is still on”
She whispered at first light…
Well there is something with this song…
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Purple
Purple,
Imagining you on a card;
Making someone ecstatic !
And then I printed it as a greeting card.
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Poetry — 10W
Today we had our second Slam Poetry / Performance Poetry workshop at Bookworm. We watched quite a few videos and did couple of theatre exercises. One of the poetry centric activity was to write a Ten Word peom (10W) about poetry.
So here goes mine.
Sing;
As you want.
Slow or fast,
Soft or loud.
Between her legs…
I was between her legs, and it was the first time with her. I was petrified. Things started moving and slowly we got into a rhythm. So many thoughts were going through my mind and I wasn’t sure what I should be doing. Should I go faster or slower? Should I be talking to her or should I just focus on the movement and keep my pace?
All these thoughts were going through my mind; we reached our destination and she got down from the back of my bike…
I fear…
Recently fear has gotten to me…
- I fear that I will make mistakes when I do things.
- I fear that it won’t be good enough.
- I fear the learning curve will be huge to try something new.
- I fear that my app ideas suck big time.
- I fear that I won’t be building anything of value.
- I fear that opening up to someone will make me vulnerable.
- I fear that i won’t learn from my mistakes and keep repeating the same.
- I fear that I worry about past, present and future and let that moment pass.
- I fear that I won’t finish anything I have started.
- I fear that I won’t start anything I ever wanted to start.
- I fear that I won’t be writing anything tomorrow.
“Do one thing every day that scares you.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt
On a closing note, I just read Confessions of a PM: 7 Ways to Disarm the Impostor Syndrome by Bo (@bosefina). I recommend that you read that too…