Blushing cheek and artificially dimpled chins,

Rosy lips and pearly teeth within,

Curly blonde hair and very fair,

Her eyes are blue and shaded too.

See her as she flaunts her designer clothes,

On the way to the mall.

Ignoring friendly hellos and wishes,

Blatant disregard for a small child in rags on the road,

The poor, stoned dog lying in the winter cold.

Laughing mouth with uneven teeth,

Beauty shining from her brown eyes,

Goes the black-haired woman.

Calling out to friends, foes, and strangers alike,

With a cheery deposition and friendly smile.

Dropping a lost beggar-girl in an orphanage,

Buying a loaf of bread for a dog out in the cold,

All while on the way to work.

Skin-deep beauty makes other people love you,

A beautiful heart makes you love yourself.

My stereotypical poem takes its inspiration from Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab – Skin Hopefully, all my beautiful blogosphere friends won’t take offence at my use of the coventional stereotypes!!!


#7 Witty Wednesday

“Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”

Narcotics Anonymous

And some forms of insanity never tire us. What is your favourite type of insanity? Keeping New Year Resolutions? Promising to study Keats everyday for an hour? Share below!


Life With A Bookworm

“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

― Rosemarie Urquico

Cats Versus Dogs

” I always thought you had a lot of sense! How can you actually love cats?”

“Oh yeah? Even I can’t believe that you love those filthy, ugly, stinky beasts you call dogs!”

“Same here. Cats actually lick themselves clean. So whenever you pet them, the cat’s dirty saliva is directly ABSORBED by you!!! They’re so damn risky!”

“Whom are you calling risky? Cats? Ha ha, good joke. You never know when that affectionate nip that dogs give will directly transfer rabies to you. Dogs are, dogs are, so..”

“Useful? Yes, they’re useful! They guard our houses!”

“We are in the 20th century, pal, not in the 16th.”

“They are loyal, unlike your dumb cats!”

“Oh, shut up. Don’t try to cover up. Admit it, cats are far more useful in this age than dogs.”

“Oh, really? Tell me now, what do they do? Come on, tell me?”

“They catch rats and roaches…”

“Modern tech can do that too!!!”

“Cats are more…economical than dogs. No need to walk them, no need to buy incredibly expensive accessories for them…”

“Dogs are better looking, you know!”

“Can both of you shut up, please? I am not able to focus! Jet, I don’t know why you have this inferiority complex that cats are better than dogs. As for you, Ginger, I know you are simply annoying Jet by saying dogs are better than cats! Dogs will be dogs and cats will be cats! For now, just shut up!”

(Note – I love both cats and dogs equally. This is just an argument and I’m seriously not involved in both the sides!)

 For Writing 101, Day Seven