I want this
I want that
I miss what?
Things? I all have
I compare
In despair
what I have not got
More things!
I sit and plot.
This life is really!
"Not fair not fair"
I have mercedes
but then....
My status needs
Two more jaguars.
I have to strive for More
Half eaten Apples
Black Audis
And Zara's stores
But will I be happy then?
With the costly commodities
My face, insane.
My mind boggles
With targets to meet
I have to work more
To fulfil my needs.
Work work work
savings and deposits
Some are for future
Some are for wishes
I have already killed..
Holidays are in Jamaica
But the plans never happen
I smile but my laughter?
It's gone!
In my endless hassles
"We don't make love nowadays"
We are too tired
To move a limb
The roses are now too cheap
To decorate our bedroom
With essence and bliss
But my laptop is my new found love.
I console myself
Seeing the diamond rings
Our every anniversary brings....
Recalling the times
We made love on tiles
And his word of praise
On naked, unwaxed self
Shudders me.
I roll on my ivory bed
to give myself
Some time to screeh
Whimpering,I silently bleed....
My heart lits in hope
My void wants to get filled
In oceans of delight
I know now
What will give me peace
But as my alarm clock rings
And my emails clitch clitch
I jump out of bed
That thunder again strikes me!
Brushing aside a trying hug from him
I fix meetings to come home
Late again
Leaving a trail of complains
I shy
I am still not able
To figure out
what things I want in life?
As the lists juggles up...
The stilletos takes
A dead lady
To her Grave.
