Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Little knew of a girl named Nora.
Quiet looking, crabby Cancerian
Happiest when solo aquatican
Whether washing clothes, self or home
Cooking too, watching cells grow, roam
Guitar girl, threatens to flash a Chink churi
Incommunicado often, but does jadugiri
Knowing problems before they arise.
Is it science or is it art?
I just know she’s smart.
Babe with brains, Catholic queen
Hail Mary! I’m glad she’s ever been.
Unwrapped with years, love.
They view us with unjaundiced eyes
Ever ready with solutions, spies
Who divine problems we hide
Artfully from ourselves. Beside
Forcing us to confront scary things
Which once spoken, demand enactings.
Work too, so long live old friends.
When we first met you were another's
I didn't want to share, bothers
But when I heard you're cheap
I took you without a peep.
We met in the dark
When I told others, they barked.
Questions that should've come to mind
How much you were of a bind.
You seemed welcoming, you felt right.
I liked the envy you attracted on sight.
Played hard to get, although not
I wanted you to be my scene, i got.
Moving in, moving on
Just us two, the sun
Learning how I liked you to look
Though getting there, a while took
You brought out parts of me
Good ones, that were latent, see
I basked in the sun, the surprise
Of friends who thought we'd never cruise.
Sometimes you get on my nerves
But that's so as we stay long curves
The hours on the clock. I always
Return to you, so I can hear nays
Yeas in my head, drown the days.
Weekends are ours. In day's many moods
I travel though you, cleansed of falsehoods
I make you up when friends come
So you're praised, so me, hon bun.
When I think of leaving you
When you cold shoulder me, dew
Returning to one that I shared
We are no longer me and you. Bared
New clothes I can be myself
You're hot when needed, cool help
Entertaining friends when they stay
When I must share you, for days.
Now that you're part of me
I don't resent the care you need. Identity
Ours is fused. You'd be different
Without me as I would. No lament
For the missing link. We have each
other. Flat you may be, teach
You have to give. You suit me just
Fine. I look in you now, lust
Imbibed, expelled. You know me inside
Out, just as I do you, house wife bride.
Sometimes when I'm too tired to move
I let my marks on you stay, remove
Them later, although only my eye
Falls on them. I please myself by
Keeping you neat- even if I am not.
Today there is light. The light coming through my door has no such grid. It falls freely, a rectangle big enough to cover me as I write. It doesn’t come everyday and when it comes it is not warm always.
I can cross the grid on the shadow of the window easily; it’s the other way round with real life problems. My mind magnifies them, when in reality they can be crossed.
The window light is about six feet by three feet. It cuts up the tiles even more. I saw a section of light in my kitchen, as if it was being carried by an invisible pipe.
The window’s the vessel through which the sun pours in, filtering, sieving it before it hits me. As I look at it through my hair, I see strands of my hair too seem lighter. The light moves, forcing me to move my bed too, like a sunflower I too am a sun follower, I flow where the sun flows.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
I am so excited about my WIP! Holly Lisle's tips on plotting worked like a charm- for the first time ever, I have a plot! Yay! I read the tip, think it sounds too complicated, do it like she shows me, and it works. Last night I wrote for 45 minutes, probably the longest I've done prose for. Didn't bore myself either, in fact surprised myself. Not knowing where I was going had led to dead ends in the past. This way, I wrote 400 words- one scene. This DIY author is highly reccomended. I used her free ebook on plotting.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Also managed a ticket for Naseeruddin Shah directed The Caine Mutiny Court Martial, which had a twist at the end.
Yesterday, I saw Strange Lines, which was...strange. The Indian spoke about India, the Swiss about Switzerland, while images danced on screens behind them.
Capped it off by walky talky from NSD to AIIMS. Google Maps says that's 9.3 km. Wouldn't have believed I could do that on such a cold night.