E-mail from Nera

hello all, Nera the cat asked me to send this reply to Rut the rat, please tell him abt it if you see him anytime....here is the letter that he had sent to her.. http://scarletconfab.blogspot.com/2008/05/with-all-love-in-world.html

Yo dude Rut…ssup!!!
Sorry for da late reply,,,,,the letter smelled really good,,kinda licked it all up, chewed it and then realized, damn, it was paper. sent it to the laundry to wash it and get it ironed.
Before anything else, my mum kinda got hyper reading “I lay my eyes on your soft furry coat that shines under the moonlight like a glistening cape of black diamonds” part and she said she wants to have a little tete a tete wid ya buddy!!
Anyway, jack and I are history, he lost all mah love when he failed to get you to me. I was so hungry that day. He’s’ not half a tom cat, jerk. say hi to tod man, and tell him he tastes real nice!! his tail does at least.
see dude, I m not the honey sugar kinda gurl, more of a ssup kinds, so plz keep the honey ,the sugar far away from me!! gives me yuck feelings.
U r quite a soft guy for a man, and im quite darin, so ya may be we cud get along. I hate cheese btw!!
And du’uh!! Who are u kiddin eh?? The garbage can?? I m a chic feline, bathe in catthol and shampoo mah self daily with catene, you don’t expect me to c ya near that freakin bin do ya??
So well I will see ya and let ya present your case. are you like a Shakespeare freak too?? coz I aint understand ntin of that fella man!!
oh ya dude, just remember to get some salt and pepper wid yaw en u come. C u at the hungry cats corner at 11 sharp. will be waitin wid all mah friends wid my paws open. mueaaaauuuh
Love and all that cute jazz
Nera ..yo!!

My better half and I...the journey so far.....

We met at this festival…our eyes met, jab we met! and we could hear violins playing around us, there was love in the air and….and…..WAKE UP!! None of the aforesaid bull shit happened. Ours is a tale of a different kind!! so, for those who want to know, read the following poem (if one may call it so, lets just call it a limerick, I am still uncertain though) and, well, the rest is for you to ponder upon……

We have been together for a year and a half now

We’ve not had even a squabble since,

Many marvel how?

We think of the same things and even say the same things at the same time,

according to the Indian constitution (if you have a dirty mind and if you know what I am talking about),

you will probably think this is a crime!!

We can talk to each other for hours without getting bored,

About anything at all,From career decisions to why the hell did the chicken cross the road!(Note- forced rhyme)

We have laughed together, cried together even traveled together,

Irrespective of what so ever is the weather!

(Note-forced rhyme again!!)

We understand each other to the core

I couldn’t have asked god for more.

It troubles one to see a mark of worry on the others face,

Our bond is getting stronger by god’s grace!

My better half is a part of me now,

Can’t think of life without you dear!

The journey for us has just begun,

The future will bring us even more near!!

(Disclaimer- do not rate my literary skills on this piece.

if you have a raised eyebrow, You have a dirty mind.

We are both straight n single! however, not ready to mingle!! )

LIFELESS......

The dishes lie in the kitchen sink.
The unclean clothes in the dryer,
The coffee in the mug has gone cold
I can see wrinkles on it when I touch its surface .

There is a usual sigh here and there
But I don’t like to pretend and be heard
I cry. My soul cries. But no one hears me.
I don’t let them

It shatters me. Your absence
It tears me apart. Your hope
It strangles me to death. That thought…..

The tea pan is still on the stove; it’s empty now and is burning,
But you, you’re too far away somewhere to be bothered.

It’s dark, very dark in broad daylight,
It’s very lonely on the crowded street,
It’s very dim. The bright sun.
When there is no where for me to run….

Stop it! This wait.
It makes me want to live.
Kill it!! This time.
It forces me to hope.

I am battered and bruised,
Yet not a mark on me.
The outer me is flawless
The inner me, lifeless.