Archives Dec. 19, 2005
Water Clocks
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Father, so like me
We seem to never talk
Who never writes or calls
We should be sides
Of a single stream
But little things
Meaning
Nothing
Come between
Drifting through precious time
Alone
Casting all about
For the right place to stand
We'll run the water of the clock
Dry if neither makes it ...!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->
Wings of my Heart
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
There are corners
Let's be honest
There are entire wings
Of my heart
Where I do not go
Remembering
What last happened
Years ago
Bricked up in those rooms
Forgotten
Are those I loved too dearly
Held too close
Let see my inner tears
Without guards
As a fool in love will do
Trusting
Until ...!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->
Black Circles in Blue
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
It's not that they were blue
Clear and constant skies
Focused and perfect
Open and aware
It's that for a moment
They seemed to look at me
How parties were meant to be (Long, loud, full of laughter and deep conversations...)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The party for Lara's return was, IMO, a success. Lots of people, lots of people meeting new people. The coconut rice pudding worked quite well, (but I messed up the milk one as I thought it was far too wet and compensated... it was bone dry by the time it finished cooking. Oh well.) The ...