solace

I have not had a moment to myself these past 3 weeks. I resort to you, just to be able to say whatever I feel like saying.

I would like a smoke, I would like more sympathy over these cramps. I would like BP, I would like not to share my friends for they are mine.

I would like not to listen to your music, I would like to be crazy and not think about repurcussions. I would like to be by myself, I would like more friends, I would like a fuller life.

I would like to find that perfect person I am supposed to find. I would like not to worry about the future. I would like it if no one got on my nerves.

is that too much to ask for? ok just give me BP and we'll forget about the rest.

Mundane Mundane Mundane

Late to bed, late to rise,
Living like the not- so- wise.
Life between these four walls,
Planning all my texts and calls.

Take the same road every day,
You don’t exist or are far away.
You might help me break my rut,
I first have to find you but.

Seasons are changing,
Time renders me aging.
Still no you in sight
By myself I’m alright.

I want more than just ok,
Things might be better that way.
I fear we may never meet,
And you’re life will be just as sweet.

I'm not a romantic, but..

souvenirs of silliness,
a little trinket, a bauble.
giggles over recollections,
logic takes a tumble.

centre of the universe,
a magnet to all thought.
random burts of joy,
off guard I am caught.

smiles creep on their own,
brightening the day.
a little twirl in my step,
such an easy give away.

stomach aflutter, pulse seems to quicken,
It may be temporary, but I am truly smitten.

Quiero escribir de ti en esta lengua, porque no puedo expresarme en mi lengua regular. Para ti necesito las palabras uniquas. Tu cara es hermosa, cada caracteristica es elegado con esmero.
tu defectos me parece como perfeciones.

an ode to the corporate goddess

knot in your brow,
talking a mile a minute.
stilletos pacing,
flicking your hair back.
a cancelled meeting,
incompetent staff,
reluctant clients.
What is a girl to do?

charcoal suit,
pitch rising,
exhaling to calm down.
call on line two,
third cup of coffee.
What glass ceiling?

futur proche j'espere

Open cedar window framing a pretty picture
olive trees swaying in the breeze, smiling up at the sun-
you, among them on a wrought iron chair sipping
red wine from the region. So lovely.

Me behind the window, at my desk-
taking it all in. writing my words in black ink on
yellowed paper. White-our theme, our sheets, your
tank, surrounds us. Cedar-our table, our shelves.

A blue can of sundried tomatoes, half used-
wholly enjoyed. light let in generously by the
sheer drapes. squash grown in our vegetable patch-
a blue vespa stands by it, reminding us of the city.

movies I have watched these past few months

Sunshine Cleaning- it wasn't all I expected it to be. Emily blunt and Amy adams had good screen chemistry. It was easy to tell that they probably get along well. Alan Arkin could have been used better.

Napoleon Dynamite- It had its moments. If it was meant to be ironic, may be it got its point across. I think I didn't really understand most things because I did not grow up here. But it was a nicely told under-dog story without the unrealistic transformation from underdog to topdog or some sort of vindication that was long overdue. It had its victories that were perhaps not great victories when you look at the big picture.

Pestonjee- Shabana Azmi who I still adore was thoroughly wasted. Her character was annoying almost. A very strange film. It was whimsical, the only thing it was, was a window into the Parsi culture.

Ek Doctor Ki Maut- It has no glamour whatsoever, hyper-realistic and a nice story told simply.

Luck by Chance-Films like this one are evidence that Indian Cinema is really evolving. The industry takes a self-reflective look at itself. All issues were dealt with beautifully. Konkona Sen was lovely, I loved that her character decided to stand up for herself instead of succumbing to fantasies. Finally, a female character in a Hindi film whose only purpose was not to support the male lead!

Oye Lucky Lucky Oye- Abhay Deol was charming as a..well charming con artist. It had its funny moments and was entertaining.

I have been trying to watch La Strada forever now, Hopefully I will watch it tonight. I wish I had some wine to drink.

to you... and hopefully me

flashing eyes, perfectly set teeth,
a nose drawn with a ruler-

articulate with your mouth,
expressive with your eyes,
powerful with your walk,

confident in your couture.

so comfortable with yourself,

so comfortable with the truth,

living the life you wanted,

making the most of it.

everytime you raise your brow,

a little sadness lingers now.
makes me think of what you hide,
because there is no one by your side?

high heels and coiffed hair,

cursing with your arrogant air.
so together, so strong,

yet so easy to be wronged.

I see you but I am me,

completely without grace.

so unfinished, so naive

so not ready for the world,

no clue, not a trace.

I see me as I see you
I see me walk the halls-
my high heels, my make-up,
my suit, my know-how.

But I am here now today

in my daily life, mundane.

my future you looks bleak,

my attempts to fix it are weak.