Monday, November 15, 2010
And that was it. Amicably sorted. The cigarette packet would go to Buddy.
Goddamn him. They always said he was an ass-licker. Pretty much an everything-licker. The way he slobbered down the alley as I made my way, late as usual to work. With his dumb eyes he looked at me, probably wondering why anything but shit was ever invented.
Confused, yes he definitely is. Probably a half breed as 'Ogwarts would've put it, Buddy ambled on his lazy life chasing bright green tennis balls and empty cartons of cigarette; as I found out. He never did give a paw, or raise his hand despite several attempts and coaxing. Neither did he ask for more, he would come, "Pet me" and leave. That was quite his domain, you never had a say with the accurate amount of petting, it was all relative and the number of tennis balls caught that day would determine if he needed a nuzzling down the neck.
Whitey, on the other hand was probably his mother. No reason why he would ever shy away from an old, frail creature as she coughed and wheezed and puked and spat her way to doggie heaven.
The story was probably true. Yes, maybe a rickshaw did indeed ride over Buddy's paw. Maybe that's why the only thing that terrified him more, aside from me sneaking up on him were Autorickshaws. Never your everyday dog, Buddy would leap to safety within the confines of his domain as a rickshaw innocently tooted down the road.
Nope, Buddy was as scared as a cat. Probably more if he were to actually encounter one.
But that didn't explain his behaviour today. Why the cigarette packet?
More to come.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
I’ve sown a seed of my helpless fate,
Waiting for deliverance from this miserable existence of mine,
I grow what you eat, fruits of my labor,
All honour all respect ceased,
I toil in the fields, burn in the merciless sun, make your bread;
Enjoy it on your festive table,
Realize my troubles,
Think of me when you chew your morsel,
My beaten skin cries in agony,
My bleeding heart pains of neglect,
Am I so unnecessary?
My plight lies in the shadows of your bursting joy,
Your happy life is blind to mine,
The noose awaits, my only escape,
That seed I sown has borne fruit,
That poisonous vicious cycle of torment
Must draw to a close, my eyes will obey,
As my life breath escapes in a gushing bellow,
And my eyes pop to the surprise of death,
Its welcoming arms, death feels not cold,
It is the indifference that does.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Thy shed a silent tear, my heart
Arisen out of a sudden fear,
Will I be loved ever, or will I love you,
The need to be held, to be loved is felt,
A hazy image forms,
A silhouette, a shadow,yet firm,
To be believed as you,
A belief I hold close to my heart,
For an image is all you are,
I know not you, just the love that I feel,
A silent power that encompasses.
Instills courage and the will to wait,
A hug that would fill me,
Hide beneath your wings,
Cry in your arms,
I long, my lady love,
I am scared, beneath that façade of me,
To you I am true,
To you I am me,
The me I save for you,
The me you will save,
Come fast, for like a child I fear,
I need your touch,
Reassurance, you will be there,
Give me a sign,
I love you
An emotion kept suppressed,
Saved for you,
Like the tear shed, oh so silently,
Held gingerly in my palm,
That tear, arisen off the fear,