Tuesday, June 25, 2013

The Black Hole

It was only a tiny little spot,
neatly cleared up, no mess at all
totally empty, staring at me...
not for long, I was smug and easy
took to feeding it slowly but surely,
as it grew greedily,
to enormous stature;
no hope of satiation, whatsoever;
I went on relentlessly
pooled in every resource I owned and borrowed;
what was just a poor little void
is now a panoptic hungry black hole;
Dreading me from deep within,
Waiting for absolute usurpation;
Nothing seems the Matter to it
And not even a faint Light returns!

Tuesday, June 04, 2013


With the rustle of each wind,
I look up at the bell,
perhaps, it will toll on its own
but no,
it just hangs there, tongue-tied
waiting for me to tug at the rope, perhaps?
The winds whistle away,
mocking at both of us...perhaps!

Time for tea? Time for two!

Lone lunches have never been uncommon or unpleasant. Even when work has kept your nose to the grindstone all through the morn, if you just...