Friday, 27 February 2009

Getting low

I’ve been taking singing lessons now for almost two years. Maybe you remember my teacher saying “how low do you get…” when I started my lessons.

It’s still the same. My voice belongs to the smoky clubs and there’s no harm if the audience has had a drink or two.

Preferably more.

I’m used to my voice, I’ve had it always, and it doesn’t amaze me to reach and hit the low-pitched range. My teacher just can’t stop wondering how much I’ve been smoking and drinking to get my voice as it is.

I don’t tell her everything. She’s quite young and I like her.

Everyone can’t be a soprano, I say to her. Seriously, do I even look like a soprano, or even an alto, honestly? She stares at me and shakes her head.

I’m glad she doesn’t say I look like her mom.

Maybe her mother doesn’t smoke and drink. Yes, it’s so.

She’s such a well-bred girl.


Tuesday, 24 February 2009

Sounds Of Solitude

People love to talk to each others. People want to connect. People socialize.

But not with the person sitting next to you.

Not with the person you are having coffee with.

No, during a cosy meeting with an acquaintance, this social contact receives calls to the cell phone, saying “I’ll just have to answer this one, ok?” and I continue to stir my cold coffee. 

I sit in the bus and listen to all those phones ringing around me. I look at children who stare blankly out of the bus window while mom is chanting on the phone. I look at two girls, the other is sending a text message while the other girl bites her nails. I hear a man telling her friend he’ll be soon, he’s sitting in the bus, give me ten minutes and I’ll be there.

All this connecting, all this socializing, and still I see so much loneliness around me, isolation in a crowd. Sounds of solitude.

Thursday, 19 February 2009


Pink is the colour of girls,

he said.

Boys instead

wear black and navy blue.


Does a horse wear a shoe?


The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is pink

Saturday, 14 February 2009

Thursday, 5 February 2009

Mass Murderer's Day

Jack Anger,

deadly looking man.

Poisonous eyes

shooting lethal stares.

With potion

kills his time,

drowns his thoughts.

Jack Anger suffocates his feelings,

all but hate,

making the mass murderer’s day.


Monday, 2 February 2009

Sunday, 1 February 2009

Hear Me

Hear me,

hear me.

Hear me. I’m here. Hear me.

Here. Hear me.