Strangest Dream

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Last night I had the strangest dream

I was in church for some event

And I was drinking a bottle of beer

(Strange I thought as where I come from we don’t drink beer in church)

Then a man walks up to me and

Tries to pick up my empty beer bottle

And I pretend that I didn’t have a clue about it

He walks away with it anyway

Then I see a known face at the front row

I walk that way but end up at the exit

I don’t know how that happened

Then comes a girl stating that my mom told her

That I am really messed up

I try to walk away from the strange girl

And knock on to two guys who are my best friends

(Strange that I don’t know them in real life)

One in particular is super drunk and tells me

“We need a girl! We are going to get more booze. Come with us”

So I hop in his red jeep and he is driving

(Strangely we are all seated together in the front)

He drives really fast and then at a bend he sways all over the road

We scream our guts out, no one’s hurt, we are back on our lane

Then we see some cops ahead of us indicating us to stop

(Strangely I say the darndest thing)

“Don’t stop now. Don’t stop! Hit the road”

My friend whiz pass the cops and we take a few more turns

Then I have the strangest feeling and tell my friends

“I gotta get home, drop me off at the next bus stop”

And my friend who is driving laughs hysterically

“You gotta be kidding me, we don’t even know where we are, Do you?”

I say “ Yea that’s true but I can catch a bus back home”

I beg him to drop me off as I begin to have a  very bad feeling

About getting copped for drunk driving after leaving church

After another turn on to the main road he tries to stop the jeep

As I try to jump off I see a white defender something like a white van

And I can see some men – cops in civil inside pointing our way and I say

“Let’s go go go! They are coming for us”

My friend on the wheels hsit the accelerator and off we go again

Then we come to a certain open field and abandon the jeep

“Let’s climb that tower” says the other friend

So we start climbing this tower, something like a water tower

As we climb, a beige Labrador is climbing right beside me and I say

“Hey you we are so fudged you know. We are dead meat!”

The strange dog nods at me as if it understood my plight

And then we hear a roar of the defender and the men are off

They try to climb the tower from the other end and now it looks like a bridge

We make our way down and think to escape, but

More men have arrived at the scene and we are doomed

So they surround the three of us and then one calls out my name

Tell my security number too

(Strange I thought, May be I am some famous criminal)

Then one cop tells me that I am being arrested for

Beating up and shattering something to pieces with a human sized pestle

(Strange indeed and I wanted to know more but I woke up)

A tale of many Tails

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Cupcake is Granny’s favorite delight for life

Cupcake always fancied Granny’s sweet tooth

Then it was Rain with tons of Icing on Cupcake

Cupcake was probably overdosed by it all

Bow and Rain were almost like a Rainbow

Colors sparked when they were mostly together

Bow had eyes on Cupcake and for sometime

Has been aiming all sorts of fiery Arrows

Cupcake always dreamt of a fancy Boat

Off on Voyages to forsaken lands untold

Places that can be neither explained nor disclosed

Cupcake wishes never to return from these strange Lands

And then there is a piece of Lego lurking about

Keeps gazing at Cupcake not sure to bite or not

All seems a lot like a bit of a Pickle right now

And Granny keeps yelling at Cupcake these days

“We really need to mix and get your Batter right!”

That Girl!

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She walks into the smoky room and loud chatter

In her ripped jeans and  favorite red lipstick

Showing off her toned mid riff in her crop top

Her lips parted but not a smile in sight

She walks across to the man at the bar

All by himself sipping whiskey on the rocks

He knows she’s here without a single doubt

Signature fragrance of hers’ he’d know from afar

She stands from behind him slings her right arm

Across his chest and he’s not surprised

She pecks his right cheek and sits at his left

All eyes on this girl, there’s something about her

The bartender places her favourite vodka on the coaster

She takes a sip and scans the room with her smokey eyes

All eyes on her and she is aware and don’t care

She’s got her man beside and he’s all on her mind

The band starts playing and the noise fills in

Chatter and clashing of glasses as the music sweeps away

Some on the dance floor while others at their seats

It’s a rocking night and she’s having a good time

She turns around to check out the band

She smiles at them and they nod in appreciation

She turns back and whispers something in his ear

He puts his left arm around her waist and pulls her closer

They share a few glances and laughter in-between

Sharing some words in each other’s ears all the time

No one would know what they are talking about

The music a notch louder and the drowns the chatter

The band plays a few of her favorite tunes

She claps and nods back at them in appreciation

The night flies by but she’s still right beside him

Flirting and making small gestures only he would know

The band calls out his name and he leaves her for a moment

To slip on his guitar and mic in hand to say a few words

“This one’s for you babe” he points the mic at her with a wink

She sends a flying kiss his way with the excitement of his gaze

She smiles and gives him a look – that one special look!

Remembering you – Michael

I remember watching you do the moon walk back as a kid

I remember watching all your music videos on the tele

I remember how your voice sounds and the love you gave to the world

You wanted us to “Heal the World” cos you believed that “We are the World”

You always knew that world was harsh and said “Somebody’s watching me”

You said “they don’t really care about us” cos you knew the world was a ‘Smooth Criminal”

You turned them girls on with your moves “In the Closet”, “Blood on the dance floor” saying “Give into me”

You will forever stay in the hearts of those you have touched

From all corners of the world we gather to cherish you dear Michael

You said “ You are not alone” and now we know why

I miss you Michael but you will always “Rock my World!”

Let it Be!

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If I fall in, let me fall in and just enjoy the fall

If I fall out, let me just fall out and move on

If I do it right, this time let it be something true

If I get it wrong again, that’s ok I will keep trying

Whatever happens let it be just as it is meant to be

I won’t fight back and I won’t hold back this time

I will just let time and its moment in space take control

I will give in and I will come onboard with you dear time

The more I try to give up and be too cautious

The stronger you come at me in full force

What am I to do about you this time around?

Just give in and let you have your own way

Listen to the radio and let the tunes take you places

Familiar voices, sights sounds and faces

Nostalgia strikes you and from this moment on

Your stuck on a feeling you just won’t let go

The past washed away in a tidal wave deep into the ocean

The waves keep coming back and crashing on the shore

Reminds me that each wave has its own power and control

Let me drift away and enjoy the joyride it’s got for me

Sofa Moments – II

It was a Friday afternoon. Since early morning it had been raining heavily. Thunder and lightning rolled on and sometimes made the wooden floor of the apartment shudder.  It was relatively cooler today and Sofia was all alone on the sofa with her mug of coffee tugged in her palms, enjoying the warmth that it gave her. She grabbed the Emerald Green throw which was lying on the other end of the sofa with her right foot and then threw it around her exposed legs. She was feeling a bit cold. As she listened to the thunder and the rain falling on the roof; she was reminded of the last time –  the abrupt ending to a possibly steamy morning on the sofa with Roman. 

Roman was away on some work and was due to arrive in time for lunch but had called her saying he was going to get a bit late. Sofia did not want to be a nag and refrained from sending him texts asking if he was on his way home.  She always believed that some patience always comes in handy when it comes to these things, especially with Roman. She looked at the empty corner on the sofa where Roman would generally sit with his coffee. She remembered all the moments they have shared on this sofa. The chats they have had, the stories they’ve told each other and laughter that made them cry, the arguments. She also thought of the moments that allowed time to be still and how they lavished each other’s company with sweet kisses, warm and cozy cuddles.

She closed her eyes and let her imagination take her some place she wanted to be right now. If there was something impressive about Sofia, it was her ability to take her imagination into infinity  –  it was her treasure-trove.   She was a writer after all and woke up with dreams which turned out into stories. She saw herself as a subject at the hands of an artist waiting to be painted on the canvas.  The Emerald green velvety throw was just thrown across her body, showing off her right shoulder as she sat in the corner of the room on a single chair, old and rustic. Near the window where the light perfectly illuminated her skin, she stood still and watched Roman look at her with an intense gaze.  His eyes were roaming all over her body as he observed her curves and shape to start the painting. Roman began working his way through the canvas with the brushes, painting a portrait of her. She watched his right hand as it moved strokes of paint on the canvas. She observed the little details on this arms, the tiny hairs on his arm, and how his muscles moved, even the color of his veins. Whenever his eyes met hers, there seems to be some unspoken words; a deep connection. Yet she could also sense his dedication to the task of completing the piece of art; hence not being distracted.  This went on for an hour and both needed a break. But Roman did not want Sofia to move away from her pose. He said, that it would be hard to recreate that moment if she took a break and that her mood would be shifted. While she still stood her pose on the chair, Roman brought her a glass of iced peach tea. While Sofia was sipping it away she purposely let the velvet cloth drop loose exposing the side of her left breast. She was teasing Roman and he knew her well enough by now; they’ve known each other for a few years now. “Girl.. a little bit patience…” he whispered in her left ear. She got goosebumps when his breath, like a warm breeze brushed on the left side of her neck. Then he gently put the cloth back on her, he then brushed his fingers across the side of her breast. Sofia smiled and holding the glass of iced tea in her right hand, she grabbed Roman’s right arm and bit him in a frisky manner. Roman took the glass of iced tea away from her hand and laid it on the small wooden stool nearby. Then as he brushed a strand of hair  off her forehead, he leaned over to her and kissed her lips. Sofia kissed back and continued to hold him with her kiss. Roman held her face in his palms and mumbled “ Babe, first things first”. “ Are you sure?” said Sofia whilst releasing his lips from hers. She pretended to slip and let herself drop to the floor knowing Roman’s  arms would come to her rescue. Just as she had imagined, his left arm held her firmly and he lifted her with force and she was tugged into the left side of his body. There was always something about the way Roman held her from his left side. It was a sense of assurance and peace; a place where she called home. And then it happened!

It was now half past 8 in the evening, still raining heavily. All the lights in the apartment were switched off and it was pitch dark when Roman walked in. He saw Sofia fast asleep on the sofa. He felt bad about being late so he didn’t want to wake her up. He gently carried her in his arms and took her to the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. Sofia was still in her dreamland. “I missed you!” she mumbled in her deep sleep and reached out to kiss Roman on his lips but before she reached his lips she had fallen asleep. Roman gave a  gentle kiss on her lips and tucked her under the covers soon to join her.

WordPress Anniversary

So I heard it from WordPress that today is my anniversary it’s been 11 long years since I first started this blog here! Whoop! Whoop!

I just wanted to take a moment to thank the WordPress Crew and all those who swung by and either glimpsed, read, liked or commented on my blog.

A BIG THANK YOU! I truly value your time spent here even if it was for a brief moment. I’ve found some truly amazing human beings on this platform and astonishing writers who constantly help me push my limits and be free spirited!

I would also like to take a moment to thank the person, who 11 years ago insisted that I start writing and open a blog here on WordPress. You know who you are- much love to you! Without your pestering and constant nagging this blog would not be here right now! Thank you for appreciating and encouraging me to voice out and vent in this beautiful space. Thank you! Life has never been the same since I started writing here.

I feel very happy and blessed to be able to use this platform to write whatever that I feel – a space to voice out my heart!

Thanks again everyone. GBU!

As I blow out the 11 candles on my cake to celebrate this anniversary, here’s something special to you all from me! Don’t Stop believin!

The Feather

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She took the priceless feather from her palm and held it up in the air

She could not pay the price to hold on to it despite her desire

She knew it has stripped her of love and now she was bare

She felt naked and her soul an abandoned shire

She let the feather fly away with tears in her eyes

She was dismayed of the unknown fate so fragile

She thought of all the regrets and heartaches

She believed that it would never be found again

Though time passed by yet in space time was still

The letting go was never a letting go in that of space

When she least expected the feather came at her doorsill

With great care she picked it up and brushed her face

Contemplating on how much she valued this priceless feather

Remembering all the heartache it once had caused her

She stroked the priceless feather with much care and attention

Kept thinking if she should hold it up in the air once again

She remembered the wise sayings of a dear friend long ago

About letting go of the things that you hold close to your heart

If it is meant to be, it will always find its way back to your door

But did not that already happen, she deeply thought

She looked at the feather worn out and lost its glow

But still in her eyes it was priceless and now timeless too

She felt the softness of it as she brushed it on her brow

Remembering the first time she set her gaze upon it with glee

“I don’t want to let go of you” she whispered

In a  velvet  emerald green pouch with a golden string

She lay the priceless timeless feather gently therein

To preserve and embrace for the years to come

You, Me and Seasons

Every one of us are always going through some season in life

It may be as colorful as Autumn or frozen and cold as Winter

Sometimes new beginnings like Spring or fresh and exciting like Summer

It’s always a cycle –  the cycle of life as we know it

It blooms and bursts into life with so much color and beauty

But most often die or freeze under irrepressible tension

But unlike the seasons we are so familiar with

Life happens like strange misguided monsoons and storms

We are sometimes sunshine, sometimes rain

And some of us are forever doom and gloom

Each in our own capsule of seasons that keep changing

We take our weather with us everywhere we go

No matter how high you may be during Summer

With the rush of happiness and the constant excitement

There will always be the Winter, the times of being lonely

Then we move to our cave and hope for Spring

For those who cave themselves for far too long

Time is of the essence for rescue and rejuvenation

For those who are on the high life forever and ever

Startling circumstances head their way like tornadoes

No one is seasoned well enough to get by either way

The beauty of those I admire, dear and near to my heart

Not those who say they love me a million times, to win my heart

But the ones who are humble enough to open up, trust and break

The ones who trust me and be themselves for who they are

The ones whom I can trust and make their way into my soul

Give a bit of love, kind of love that breaks your heart

When you know someone’s in their cave for far too long

Celebrate the ones who are flying high as a kite

Remind them that gravity is still at work, so be mindful

The color of our skin does not make us any different

Unless we have a different colour in our blood

We are after all still very much human

This Feeling

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Close my eyes and just sit somewhere peaceful
Zero disturbances and let my imagination run wild
I will not open my eyes for any reason at all during this time
I will not answer my phone, most likely its on silent
I bask in this feeling of – “I don’t know what to call it”

I want to just write and write everything in intricate detail
But I can’t seem to find the right words to express it all
This feeling inside me feels too good to be true – please stay!
I don’t want to think of nothing else other than this feeling
I bask in this feeling of – “ I don’t know what to call it”

It feels like the warmth of the perfect sun caressing my skin
It feels like the chills on my drenched self in the pouring rain
It feels like the calm waters in which I lavish floating about
It feels like the easy feeling of laying on the beach gazing stars
I bask in this feeling of – “I don’t know what to call it”

I try to remember the scents and aroma’s associated to this feeling
I try my skin to relive the sense of touch over and over again
I try to remember the beautiful notes and tones deep and strong
Calling my name over and over again
I bask in this feeling of – “ I don’t know what to call it”

When I am not basking in this feeling of – “I don’t know what to call it”
I crave for the next moment I can bask in this “I don’t know what to call it” feeling
Melodies so nostalgic creating moments I want to relive forever
I feel I can take on the whole world and travel into space and time
It feels so good that I want to be hooked on this feeling – “I’don’t know what to call it”

Black Box

I stumbled upon this classic song from the past. It felt so nostalgic and made me right a few lines on the Black Box.

The harder I try to forget the stronger they get
Those memories are not something to let go
Now that I know what it was all about its tough
To walk away and pretend that it meant nothing
The more I try to push you away from me
The closer you become with your compelling charm
You’ve got a spell on me that I know for sure
What else could it possibly be that I can’t let go
The sentiments and the moments in time
Can I just forget something that meant so deep?
I’ve got it all in the back of my brain in my blackbox
And I am afraid to move them back to my hearts' treasure chest
If I move those feelings, sentiments to my dear heart
To the treasure chest and let them unravel the truth
I know it may either make me or break me that’s for sure
I would not know unless I really take the chance
So the question remains at this point of time
Should I or should I not take this chance again
Will it alter the course once and for all someplace
Or will it crash land and be blown to the dust?
Life is never fair and I suppose it will never be
For those who love with an unquenchable passion
It’s always a risk of falling apart, crumbling like pastry
The battle of the mind and heart that never parts in peace

I know not!

I know not if you will be around when this is all over
I know not if you will be here when everything else begins
I know not if you will still be my guiding light
I know not – I know not

I know not if there will be places we wished to go
I know not if there will be those we wanted to meet
I know not if there will be the sights sounds to encounter
I know not - I know not

I know not if I will still be the same as you once knew
I know not if I will still be your lover or just your muse
I know not if the future will hold what’s meant to be
I know not – I Know not

Sofa Moments

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It was a late start today. Roman woke up around 11.00 am and made his coffee while making a few work calls and off to the sofa he went. While sipping his coffee in his corner of the sofa he sent out a few texts and started catching up on some news. Sofia joined him after her shower, her hair still damp. She snuggled in her corner of the sofa and was gazing at Roman. She would generally make her own cup of coffee but today, she wished that he had made her one- it was just one of those days for Sofia. Roman was still busy with his phone and Sofia just let him be whilst enjoying the aroma of the coffee which drifted her way with the slight breeze that came through open window nearby. Sofia moved in with Roman just a year ago and that is probably one of the best choices she made in her life.

She kept gazing at Roman, especially his lips. She was biting her lower lip flirtatiously and stretched out her right leg on to Roman’s lap. Nothing could move Roman at this time, he was so engrossed reading his daily dose of current affairs. Sofia knew Roman’s ways for a while now and she knows by now that if Roman is ignoring her; he wishes to focus on whatever he has set his mind to at the time; and that after his work was done, all his attention would be on her. She knew not to disturb him. But for Sofia, it was not just another day –  it was one of those days. She wanted Roman all to herself for the entire day. With Roman’s zero attention towards her seductive gestures, Sofia moved a tad closer to him and yet with no reaction from Roman, she moved ever so close to him and leaned on his left side.

For a moment, she was able to get Roman’s attention.  “Want a sip?” he offered his coffee mug to her. “Finally, my presence has been acknowledged. How kind of you” said Sofia with a slight laughter to her words and rolling her eyes whilst taking the mug in both her hands to enjoy the warmth. She then located the exact spot on the mug where Roman was having his sips. She started slurping and looking at him to win his gaze.  Not a hush from Roman. She was wondering if he was pretending to be busy to see what next move she would make on him. Sometimes, just sometimes, she found it hard to read Roman. As a shy person, generally he was to himself.  She started humming “ipsy wipsy spider” and with her forefinger and middle finger did a walk through on Roman’s right arm all the way to the back of his neck. Sofia was a playful type; loved to tease Roman as much as she could. She started to caress the back of his neck and moved on to a different tune. This time to a song that made her think only of him and him alone.

She could see that despite him trying to give his best attention to what he was reading, he was also giving in to her little gestures – that was an invitation. She kept the mug on the wooden stool and now knelt of the sofa and started biting his right arm. A few gentle kisses and a bite or two all the way to the right side of his neck. She reached out for his ear and started to nibble it whispering some words in his right ear. Roman could not resist any further. The sudden goosebumps surfacing on his arms was a clear sign. But he stayed his ground without retaliating. She started biting his earlobe a bit harder hoping he would feel pain and react. But Roman enjoyed a bit of pain here and there and was obviously quietly enjoying her notion.

Only Roman knew what was running on his mind and how he wanted to take this forward. He was playing the role of a silent strategist at this particular game.  He knew that he could sweep Sofia off her feet in an instant –  the right choice of words, his deep voice, the gaze from his eyes and the tender feel from his touch. But he remained calm despite the constant goosebumps she gave him and his urge to just grab her hold her in his arms. Sofia would not give up. She started running her fingers on his chest and the t-shirt fabric felt so soft to her feel and she was enjoying it. She was taking it slow and she wanted to tease Roman slowly and then let him just give in; she knew he wouldn’t either.  And just as Roman was about to make his move, Sofia’s phone rang in the bedroom and she whispered in his ear “ Brb” and jumped off the Sofa to pick up her call.

Floodgates

It’s been such a long long time coming

She knew this day would arrive at some point her life

All that was just locked up by force against nature

Is just about to explode

She did all she could,to hold on to, be patient and not let go

But the time is soon approaching

The Floodgates which she held onto is will open wide

There is no going back no more!

Whatever will be, will be

And the stars they will shine for her!