January, 2009

“Blankcheque!” he said.

I was more than

Perplexed

What he meant

A Vortex

Complex and Cupid…

Stupid! I said

But the stars

Said

He is the one

Embroiled though

Of Insecurities.

Love? He held out

Encashing – what?

Pansies, daisies, Tulips

Mama knew better,

She always did.

An aura I knew not

Of the human self.

Indignation?

No..No..

Only gay abandon.