The day the water came

When rain walked in

through our huge hostel cupboard,

(like i said there are things---cupboard things

but you never believed me)

Those days when rain

strolled over capet and cambric table cloths,

i shared my room with two girls

who frigged themselves at oddest of hours

and i kept visiting Answer.com

to find synonyms of frigging

but always ending up keeping the word.

One of them used to say

Noah was coming on an ark to rescue us

and the otherone was a pagan,

me, i was in-between,always have been,

attracted by both,repelled by either.

They both had their many reasons to live,

i mean more reasons than me to live,

one wanted to get married to a rich guy to do charity

while the otherone

had always wished to visit Los Vegas once before dying.

I wanted to do neither,

nothing,to be honest so i suppose,i had lesser reasons.

By the third day,

we had to hike up our skirts to knees

to walk/float about the living room

but we had vowed to keep ourselves lipsticked

like the Pearl Harbour movie nurses did

through out the second world war...

Seventh day

and we were dialing all the numbers...

999,999,999

Brontes,Punraz,Thor,

Thor,Thor,Thor

Ukko,Indra,Thor again..

Eighth day

and all the girls with lesser reasons

to live debated leaving,

i had always known

water is like depression,it finds a way to seep in,

no matter what...

 11th day,

i went away with daddy

leaving both the girls behind who had more reasons to live

 16th day,

The water subsided after the massive tide,

last tide as they call it,

the room was the same,even their vibrators were intact,

humming,humming like they always did at oddest of hours..

I had to shuffle through the latter girl's

cupboard to find a black dress to wear 

'cause i dont have one,

i simply can't tolerate black..

Pinkie braided my hair to a somber

hair style

and we had to take a van to community market

to get lilies for both the girls and

our other dead class fellows.

It was one heck of a tiring day.. 

Reviews

[Branches]

Their aren't many who can describe things the way you do. You have your own style and I'm never surprised to see so many comments. (I may have said that before, but I mean it.) You brought us on your personal journey from your own unique perspective and enlightened us to your side of the world. Your frigging great! LOL

[Jasmine]

something innately disturbing about this piece. but you can't fail to recognise the talent. your poem reminds me of the novel "god of small things" by arundhati roy. a great book - you should pick it up some time.
like the random modern tangent you go off on when you talk about Answer.com - adds a reality and a surreality to the poem, oddly enough.
always expect well-written stuff out of you. haven't failed to meet expectation so far.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

i had always known

water is like depression,it finds a way to seep in,

no matter what...
Those were my favorite lines here.You have an interesting view on life..sombre,tender and sharp..almost too true but truest true...you have a very original voice..keep it.

[Ruth]

This is extrodinary! In a great way! lol
Beautiful work love, I am in awe!
Love it xx

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. you're an incredibly gifted story teller who would make a brilliant film maker ... inshallah ... :) ...

[J]

Whatta story. Those housemates of yours sure are naughty... who would've thought... gave me giggles, actually...

[Ed Hart]

you're

[Jibey]

This was such a macabre piece... I loved it... the two girls and their vibrators humming at odd hours, the rising waters, the lipstick the final death touches... All beautifully written and presented like a camera rolling and somehow seeing under the skirts of the girls and into psyche of the writer..

[abhas]

you write wonderfully... exceptional piece and you have a style of your own... a great story told most brilliantly... i dont know... i think i some what felt what i did when i complete on of those Ernest Hemingway stuff... well thats just me... but the story was crisp and consuming... if its not true... you made it look very real.. and if it is true... you've portrayed it very fashionably...

[Robin]

a delicately heart rendered story ~ you write beautifully