SHE AND HE : IN CONVERSATION

I need a painter.

*pause* *grin*

Do not grin like that. I know what you are thinking.

What was I thinking ?

About painting, Titanic 3D and you-know-what.

Ah ! You are so perfect at reading my mind.

You doubt it ?

No, I’m proud of you. I’m lucky to have you.

You don’t have me. I’m still thinking, remember ?

Well, if you keep thinking all your life about me, it is fine by me.

Shut up !

Is that your favourite word ?

No. It is my way of expressing disgust.

So what is your way of displaying a few other better emotions ?

What do you mean ?

You know what I mean. Remember ?

Shut up !

By the way, you said you needed a painter. I paint well.

Really ?

Really.

Then come to my place tomorrow at 10 in the morning .

Really ?

Really. Sharp at 10. I’ll tell you what needs to be done.

Seriously ? You are that particular ?

Yes. When it comes to painting my house, I’m very particular about colours.

Gosh ! I thought it was something else.

I knew what you thought of.

Really ?

Yes, you need to read my thoughts perfectly. Only then I’ll switch off my thinking mode.

And get on doing-mode ?

Shut up !

Comments

Rià said…

ha ha cute!

April 16, 2012 at 1:12 PM

ILLUSIONS OF REALITY...

The more you point out my mistakes, The more you are drawn towards me. The more you try to hurt me, The more you bleed in your heart. The more you run away from me, The more my memories haunt you. The more you want to forget me, The more you are reminded of my presence. The more you want to chase me away, The closer I come to you. The more you hate me, The more you end up loving me. The more you call me an “illusion” The more I dawn as the reality of your life….

A C R O S T I C

A s I was walking , C hoosing the hues of life, R ainclouds made an appearance O n the sunny sky above. S cuttling through untrodden paths, T he narrow bylanes,not a soul around, I was indeed lost - Drops of rain C hased me - but Ahoy! a way was found. P.S. :My first attempt on acrostic poetry.Hope my readers will like it. To know more about acrostics,click the link given. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrostic

CONFESSION OF A WOMAN...

When I'm born,I'm jeered at.When I'm a child,I'm made to believe that my reason for existence is somebody else.While I'm growing up,I'm discouraged to question.My brain and heart are numbed.I cannot die too,since it will bring infamity to my family.People would say,"At this age,what could have forced her to terminate herself ? She failed to materialize her fantasy.Such bad morals." I fast for the well-being of my father and brothers.When I outgrow my frocks,I'm let off to another household.There, I work for others, without pay.I have children but they treat me like a door-mat.Here too,I fast for my husband's and childrens' long,peaceful life.When the man of the house,who happens to be my "husband" dies,I shed a part of my soul.I have no right to live then,I just breathe and sit in a corner.Rest of my life is spent in praying-for death.They say, "Woman needs a man.In childhood,its father.In youth,its husband and in old age,i...

FranKophone

Search This Blog