Happy song for a sad Fish

If you would throw your boots at chemistry we could walk away in to the Sea.

When stars stare on the sly, and wink.
To marvel, that They would know a million year ago
We'd be here. To Think!
To think, that They would wink just in Time.
For us to see.

I wouldn't tell you sweet things to hold on to
But I'd sing a song so Blue
And play the notes, ever so softly
Blacks on whites would flow.
Like you will never know.

The waves would wash away the tune.
And sing it to a sad fish.

Egg Rolls

It's not there.
It only shimmers and glistens when you get close.
Only light gets through. You have to be fast. To be allowed.
Other things just stun themselves against it. Like flies.
Then they will make a buzzing noise and spin around in eccentric circles on the floor.
Flies. Eccentric flies.
You press your nose against it. And stand right there.
Pastries. Cookies. Rum-balls. Tarts. Mustard sauce on grilled toasts. Mayonnaise to go with it.
When you are hungry and tired you just run across the street and order an egg roll.
Egg Rolls. Extra sauce. For no extra money.
Even Eggs Roll.
A Rolling Egg gathers no Sauce.
Tring-a-Ling-a-Ling.
Tell you what? It doesn't have an option.

I'll follow you in to the dark...

Lonestar, where are you, out tonight?
This feeling I'm trying to fight,
It's dark, and I think that I
Would give anything
For you to shine down on me...

Some general pointers in life( Five for now...still to come):-

1. Never store Pickles in Aluminium vessels.
   
2. Before you get out of your house, always switch off the lights. It's stupid to pay the electricity bill for people who you can't even see. Or who aren't really there.
   
3. If you have to buy an umbrella, go for a large one. Preferably real.
4. Cruise Liners are better options if you really want to travel. Paper boats won't really take you anywhere.
5. Shine your shoes before you leave. So that they shine. Avoid looking at them all the time you are walking.
   

For all the love in the world, give me some lies. Some illusions I can use. I hate running around naked. And horny. All the time.

He will be here. In a year.(Wow, that rhymes perfectly!) Dum dum. Old man. Only, not in a caravan this time. I will be off. Before he does.

New Orleans. Blues, they say, is a woman. Tell you what, that pun hurt.(I would never admit, haha, there!) Like hell, it did!

Oh and before you go, kindly switch off the lights.(Down with filament bulbs, by the way.) And tell him, he won. And I won too. That he can keep the trophy. The trophy goes well with his cushions, I must admit.

I remember, when I was very young, we had this maths teacher in school. I was in nursery then. And we had to complete a certain number of small sums within a given stretch of time. What happened is, I could not finish them in time. I was so afraid and helpless I started crying. I can't tell you how scared I was. The teacher, she came up to me, put her hands in my hair and told me that it didn't really matter. That she would give me extra time. Or even an easier sum. I can't tell you how relieved and overwhelmed I was! I figured that she loved me. A lot. So I went home happy. She gave a me a strip of stone stickers too. I have one still. A star. Blue coloured. In one of my books. It has lost its shine. But it is the star nonetheless. My first gift of love.

Gosh! It's late already. I must sleep now.

Nightingale
Tell me your tale
Was your journey far too long?

Does it seem like I'm looking for an answer
To a question I can't ask
I don't know which way the feather falls
Or if i should blow it to the left

All the voices that are spinnin' around me
Trying to tell me what to say
Can I fly right behind you
And you can take me away

Yellow Ocher

Trina had a hard time framing this picture from across the street. A narrow para gully. Four people standing in a row. She is a greenhorn. Point taken. Still. It's hard.

The bags were packed. The steel flute with its tidy little case. The voice. The smile. The glitter in the eye. All packed up. No Gladstones.

Time is a reckless, rude bike-guy. With long hair. Earrings. Sunglasses. I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude. I will ride over you;what do you know, sonny!

Next year framing pictures will be easier. The year after, only yellow ocher.

You will be missed. All the Best.

Someday, we will stand there together. Like we did. Like we thought we would. Always.

Nevermind.