Inspirational Indifference

You are my inspiration

It’s in the way you just are

Carefree, reckless, wild

You don’t hold back

When you love

It’s with a selfless abandon

Like cactus in the deprived desert

You adamantly hold on

But should you hate

It’s with a seething loathe

Deranged like an army without its captain

You ruthlessly charge at your enemy

That sense of indifference

You seem at times emotionless

Like a cave of sand in the desert

Refusing completely to feel

Or untelling if at all you feel

I’LL BREAK YOUR HEART, TOMORROW

I’ll dance with you tonight

Break bread with you all night long

Whisper softly in your ear

As my fingers caress your gullible soul.

             We will only last this night

             Then I’ll break your heart, tomorrow

             You’ll reach for me but I’ll be gone

            Eloped with the band to seduce purer souls.

I’ll kiss you with the lips of a bevy of virgins

Coyly enchant you like some dreamy princess

Entice you into my silly fairy-tale

Like you were a magical prince of ancient.

           We will only last this fair evening

           Then I’ll break your heart, tomorrow

           You’ll declare your love but I’ll be gone

           Eloped with thieving caravans to rob towns.

I’ll descend the aisle for you today

Walk seductively into your eager arms

Let’s say our vows from your silly heart

Make passionate promises to last this lifetime.

           We will only last this summer

           For, I’ll break your heart, tomorrow

           You’ll wake up and I’ll be gone

           Eloped with the sea breeze to wander wild.

Sure, you’ll fall for me. I will dazzle you with my untainted splendour, draw you to me like bee to a honey pot and tangle you in my tingly web, trapping you with my exquisite charm. Then I will feed on your love for me. I’ll suck like a hungry babe on its mother’s tits, unapologetic when I bite.

I sure will break your heart!

Watching it crack...

*** I hope it's not too obvious that I couldn't come up with a better tittle for this post ***

She felt like he was ignoring her. He neither replied her texts nor picked up when she called him last night. She assumed that he’d fallen asleep earlier than usual. In the morning she had been in the shower when he called. She’d called back and though he answered his phone, he sounded too distant, like one who was been distracted from something very important. She grabbed at her old Nokia mobile phone and dialled him and listened as it rang, but hang up before he could answer it. She logged into her twitter account and was not surprised that he was all over the time-line. She had become accustomed to his excessive tweets about technology, sports, politics and whatever else was trending. He was quite savvy when it came to social sites.

Nancy remembered the first time they met. It was in an elevator at his former office. She had gone there to apply for a part time job which she never got anyway. On that first day, she had admired how he flirted with all the women in there, except her of course. Well, she was the only stranger there. After the rude receptionist had reluctantly accepted her application and informed her not to raise her hopes at all, Nancy had stood by the elevators waiting to see if he would show up again.
After a long time of watching the elevator doors open and close, people enter and exit, he finally showed up. There were not many people at that time and she waited for him to enter an empty one before running in to join him. She kept hoping he’d chat her up and was disappointed when they reached the ground floor and she had to exit. She thought about going lower with him to the parking lot beneath but decided against it. What would she do when they got to the parking lot and it was obvious that she didn’t own a car there? It was better not being acknowledged than being thought stupid.
Would he really? No! She was convinced that he wanted jut as much as she did to be with her. She wanted so much to go over to his place and just while the time away together. She thought with nostalgia of those days when they hang out all the time. When they went out to lunch and ate from each other’s plate. When they sipped each other’s juice completely oblivious of the stares they got from the other people in the soft drinks parlor. She remembered them strolling aimlessly on hot afternoons. Oh, the thoughtless things they did together!

She picked up her books and decided to leave the library. She would go to him. Wait, he wasn’t home. And she hadn’t read a sentence since he entered the large well equipped library over two hours ago.