May 2011
The American Nightmare (in memory of my friend Zahid Khan, 1962-2002)
Sat, 28/05/2011 - 15:20 — NadrockI still feel it.
I still feel it.
I still feel it.
The sadness, the anger, the loss,
Yet, I'm forever grateful for the years we had.
Hit and run on a New York street, committed by a paranoid, tunnel-visioned person,
Intent on instant destruction, just for the colour of your skin, for being proud of your own identity.
9/11 still rocks me, were it not for this, you'd still be with us.
I am sick with rage and disgust, even today.
My only consolation being you didn't suffer when you passed away.
Yes, I still feel it.
Night
Fri, 27/05/2011 - 00:17 — DeyikaIts late. I yawn, lift my feet off the couch and rub my eyes. Napping and nearly 39… not good…
Get up and stretch, walk around wooden floor of the living room, to the rail of the wall-long windows. New build, spacious urban living space, five floors up, the view of the city is the best thing about it to me, especially at night.
In the background, I can hear my wife telling off the children in Spanish as she puts them to bed. I’ve been snoring for the past hour. She’ll make sure I know about it later.
The End of a Friend
Thu, 26/05/2011 - 14:25 — ShirleyfrLike lots of women, I have a secret lover whom for many years I kept tucked away where no-one could discover him; particularly when my grandchildren came to visit, because if left alone they sometimes decided to look in my bedroom for a stash of sweets or chocolate. In fact, I once caught the cheekiest in action.
‘What do you think you are doing?’
‘Just looking for a pen.’
‘Well, there’re plenty on my desk in the lounge.’