A rolling suitcase and a handbag greeted me as I stepped out of the bathroom with my toothbrush in my mouth, toothpaste foam dripping down the tiled floor.
“She is leaving me?” he asked himself incredulously.
“Oh, you’re awake, get your bags ready, we are going on a trip”, she announced as she came out of the kitchen with two huge bottles of water.
“It ‘s Sunday. What has got into you?”
“ We planned this last week, remember? No, you don’t. I am invisible to you.”
“I wish she would leave me”, he muttered as he brushed his teeth.
So I wore laziness
like a coat,
letting life take its natural course.
I sat on the lurch
with my head nestled in my hands
and I saw life stride forward,
round a bend, then disappear.
and I was left behind.
No doubt there.
My coat, now old, is torn-
laziness well worn.
It was yet another mundane conundrum, like the common cold, some thing which made me feel ill and lethargic and fuzzy. I had to wait for the bout of uncertainty to subside, what else could I do? As I looked down at the charred remains of the tea leaves at the bottom of my cup, I felt the familiar sinking feeling within me. Where were all the distractions when you needed them?
They say that
where there is smoke
there is fire.
They say that
where there is a will
there’s a way.
But I don’t care
what they say anymore,
It’s not their call,
I have repainted the idioms
and they are drying under the sun-
Words that stare at me
imbued with new meanings.
They say, they say,
they say, that’s all they could ever do.
But now I say and I stick by my words.
And my words don’t lie.