Pretty Women

Pretty women revisited
Back and forth
Like in the Hollywood screen
In heart somewhere in past
but again, again in my heart.

Sweet love, bittersweet love
Of her, with her and for her
Now and then, this and that
Like a dream, like a wish
pretty women, pretty fast.

Unveiled stories, untold secrets
Of both life and sorrows
Of my pretty women pretty hard
Thoughts and vows ever sweet
Of my sweetie!

Another murkier Sunday

Unwanted thoughts, the odd hour jobs
Counted uncounted done and undone
The fervor of seeing her
Again another gloomier Sunday
Of so-longed, so thought love!

Curled up with unshared feelings
Shaping a dog’s winter tail
Into the zombie of no-where land
With hope and possibilities
Of great love and its path

Dragged from midnight dream
With love lore of the two
And heartfelt of sharing of what it is
The driven and to be driven road
Of the two, of the family and so forth
In no-where land into nowhere

White: A Car and a Spider

She did not let me kill
The white spider in my white car
A good omen, she predicated
And we drove to the destination

I had a book to read her
A beautiful song to sing her
Of my love, of my destination
We just moved to other basic needs

Sweet talk but hours
Dear planning but for years
A story went on—towards the destination
We valued the time and the rest

She did not let me kill
The white spider in my white car
A good omen, she predicated
Of my love to our destination

Another Personal Episode

I could not stop going with her. Short but unprepared afternoon outgoing. However, we were just friends, and I was studying the underlying possibilities for would be road map. Impressed from itsy bitsy talk yet I led the day with suppressed feelings. I was old enough. Better it was not to share the truth. However, I drew a line, perhaps, a deadline to submit those unspoken words, and agreed with my thoughts. Although it was a fairly short time of our outing, I learnt how I was preparing, also knew what a woman wants besides a fleshy love. How hard it could be to know someone! I don’t know, it may be or may not be! For me, it was somehow adventures to go into hidden world.

Words became as simple they the nature is. I understood what she wanted, and replied the possibilities. I worked with made metaphors. It was short but impressive driving—more over self realizing and understating the possible way of the life. We believed on unwritten path, and accepted the common truth. Our talk did not march the moon and the universe. We narrowed everything to our cosmic pain and suffering. We did not touch Buddha or Shiva. Parents and family members climbed the apex of our priorities. Sensuous world existed yet we determined as an optional.

Realization—of location and lifestyle, and concentration—on goals of learning and achieving, although they are abstract concepts, became part of our sharing. We drove countryside to downtown but could not stop by to glance the beauty and pleasure. However, many alluring stops came by, and we simply enjoyed. The churches and the sky rappers, and shopping malls came across. We viewed the scene, but, further, I viewed her natural reaction to those surroundings. Unlike my previous knowledge, I keenly observed, with higher priority, her womanly activities.

PS: story continues

Eight: Omen Number or Blessing Number?

It gathered clouds on his mind when he counted eight people on his new Toyota Pathfinder while planning to head to Colorado Springs, a popular city in Colorado. I would be missed in their mega journey if they were nine. Felt too sad thinking his previous happening related to number eight, he told me later.

It was a favorable circumstance to know and to be known the person I was seeking to acquaint. I thanked the time and number, at least I got what I was thinking of doing. However, it made me a rocket scientist in a moment became of that unknown ‘mademoiselle’.

Two repugnant ways harnessed throughout the day! Me—calculating feminine behaviors and predicting the ‘untraveled’ zone; she—perceiving people, place and plan in the foreign land and coping with sadness, boredom and cross cultural encounters. The others were on their own ways!

Thank goes to him and his Toyota--for shaping my thought towards destination!