Creative Writing.

Distant Memories

I don’t drink it anymore, but I still like the smell of coffee. Aromatic. I cannot describe it more precisely with any other words because ‘earthy’ makes me picture mud or dirt and ‘woody’ is more like the smell of a man’s cologne. Also, the smell of coffee relaxes me. I needed to be relaxed for this meeting. It was not the first of its kind, but there are things that one never really gets used to. Like tests and break-ups.

“How is work?”

“Still slow. But it’s not terrible. How are things on your end?”

“We’re busy. The cases have been piling from February and…”

So this started before I came into the picture. I start to smell his...

I don’t drink it anym...

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One day, while you stood picking kale at the grocery section of Nakumatt Supermarket, you sang along to an old blue grass hit. I watched you and wished that I’d listened to more old classics in my younger days; just so we could sing along to this particular song together. You did this silly dance in public whenever I started singing something, which would always make me stop singing so I could beg you to stop embarrassing yourself. You would say, “But I’m not embarrassed” so I would move away and act like we weren’t together.
You used to say random stuff like “The mind is a whiteboard, wipe it clean” when I couldn’t sleep. Or “Your head is...

One day, while you stood pi...

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Let Me Kiss You

I want to kiss you
Not simply for kissing’s sake
I want to kiss you –
Just to make you feel
As if you couldn’t be without me
Without the taste of me
Too long
I want to kiss you
So you will miss me
To feed you a little taste
Of the frenzy that is lust
Not so much as to set fire
To your loins
But just enough
Just enough to make you
Miss me dearly
I want to kiss you
So you will
Unlike the one before you
Stay here with me
And leave only so long<br...

I want to kiss you

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the Choice, the Wait

“Am I allowed to ask?”

“How long it has been? Yes. sure.”

“How long has it been?”

“Fifteen months.”

“Do you remember the last time?”

“Easier than I remember the first.”

“How so?”

“It started off with me feeling so full of something special that I was floating, everything blurring into each other with no boundaries and no specifics. Except the memories, of course. Those are always vivid. And the mind edits infinitely, so depending on the experience this is either a great blessing or a great curse. It ended with me feeling stupid and hollow and sunken. That doesn’t leave you either.”

“How long did it take you to get out of that dark place?”

“I haven’t. I’m not...

“Am I allowed to ask?...

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We had a deal at the beginning of this relationship. You would only come to my house when I invited you over and I would visit yours to watch movies. The actual agreement wasn’t uttered, but we were both capable of reading each other and knowing what the rules of association were. We would stay in and cook together or for each other, listen to and discover music, share favourite excerpts from each other’s current reads. On the occasional Sunday, we would go for a long run and freshen up in our own houses, then meet up afterwards if we were both feeling up to it and you didn’t have to work.

Before we had gotten to this stage, I...

We had a deal at the beginn...

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I’m Sorry

I didn’t mean to be cruel in my handling of your feelings. I grew up hearing that boys didn’t have any so I let my biases deal roughly with you. You were always so gentle with me – your manner, your tone, your hands, your words.

I should have said something when the girls talked about you like that. It was not in their place to have opinions about your life choices because, as far as I can see, you have none on theirs. I have known them all a long time and have grown accustomed to gossip because it makes me feel like less of a failure at everything. And on that day in particular, I wanted to see...

I didn’t mean to be c...

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I can’t stop talking about you. When I’m alone with my thoughts, you barely come to mind, but every chance I get, I remember something you said or did and I share it with whoever I’m with at the time. So I guess the memory of you is stuck somewhere in my unconscious mind, and try as I may, I cannot shake it loose or flush it out. I also think that our last conversation, the changing weather and the month we’re in are all to blame for the current state of things.

You have a serious girlfriend now. The type to get you to tell me to keep a respectable distance so as to allow what you have to...

I can’t stop talking ...

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The Wizard of the Silicon Age

Am the geek behind the stuff you call technology Am the oracle of the future, enterprise planners worship at my alter Am the prophesy of Galileo, the apple of Newton, the fulfillment of binary Your grandparents shriek at the mention of my voodoo Your Parents envy the efficiency that comes with me Your children are addicted to the gadgets I churn Am the enchantment that breaths your TV to life Am the illusion that bring dinosaurs back to your living room Am the hex that makes Spider-man concur skyscrapers Your poetic notes get there form from my note editor Your profile picture not so awesome without a little Photoshoping Your answers so elusive without some Googling Am the wick that transforms squeaky typewriters to word processors Am the mirror that connects your smiley’s...

Am the geek behind the stuff y...

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I seek wisdom

I seek the beginning of a new story. To flip the pages at every tense moment. To feel the thrill of places afar. I seek the insight of a seer. To find out where cupid lives. To rejoice in the victories of Hercules. To marvel at the accomplishments of Steve Jobs. I seek words. I seek knowledge. I seek wisdom. ~Shedyk...

I seek the beginning of a new ...

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She Dazzles.

I wonder if I ever cross her mind, If she holds her breath, When she stumbles upon my pictures. For me it happens all the time. One look at her and its picture perfect. Cut out of premium canvas. Imprinted with enchanting colors. Etched by the finest brush strokes. I've studied her face and her eyes that sparkle. I gaze in them and the depth is captivating. Shades fade into the hue, A glimpse of her soul perhaps. Her facial outline culminates with a soft chin. Her smile drawn in faultless symmetry. A slight tilt on her delicate lips, Only a fine pencil could trace. The twinkle in her eyes, The radiance emanating from her face, With a flickering tinge of golden brown, Only achievable with thin glazes of oil paints. Her facade rendered is...

I wonder if I ever cross her m...

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See! I Forgot

See! Am on my knees with a rose flower The ultimate question slipping out of my lips But Damn I forgot the ring, How could I?...

See! Am on my knees with a ros...

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