Shattering Assumptions With Femme Gravitas

A 3D mathematical oddity
Beautifully proportioned

Infinitely long legs
Disarmingly sweet-faced

When she spoke I almost sighed with delight

Here was a differential equation buff
The professorial kind
With grace and refreshingly endearing attitude

Defying all essential assumptions
That to be taken serious
A mathematician must be
Bald

Boring

Socially inept
Beyond comprehension
And possess the personality of a wet blanket

Jennifer Hudson on my Mind

On my way to work today, Radio 702 was playing Jennifer Hudson's Spotlight song.
It's been more than two hours now and I can't seem to bring myself from under Jennifer's spell.
After catching myself belting out the song the umpteenth time, I am beginning to wonder why there is such a strong cognitive itch with that particular song just a few days after my birthday?
Is there perhaps a relevant lesson hidden somewhere in the song for me today?
I wonder.

A Project within a Project

One late Thursday evening
Recently
In my favoured corner
In a corporate reading room
All by myself
Tackling a CBA project
Lost in the heated permutations of deadlines
Surreptitiously I feel the probing stare
I turn
First
To the left
Then
To the right
To a great view
From a window
In the opposite office
A pair of beautiful smiling eyes
Starring coquettishly
Hands-on-the-hips invitation
I wave
Wondering. . .
Is that for me?
Waves of rapid permutations float through my mind
Then I remember I have a presentation
Early Friday morning

A View from the Fireside

Next to the fire
On a cold colourless rainy day
Feeling supremely phlegmatic about all things
The kind of wheeze that one can only dream about
A million thoughts run through my mind
Then I remember
The Cold comfort of visiting a wall
Suffering pangs of conscience
Suddenly blogging feels numbingly Cathartic
Quite liking coming back to this place
For now busyness can wait

National Cleavage Day 2010

National Cleavage Day is here. Again!
Today, I hear, is officially NCD.
So here is a toast to this year's 'celebration'.
What should people wear to celebrate?
Dark glasses, I say!

The Delimma Of A Middle-aged Orphan

1978
A besotted night
A full-blooded knight
A dutiful dame
A cherished game
9 moons
A birth
A child
A son
A man
In the footsteps of time
A tragedy
A cruelty
A mother's unscheduled exit
A breached heart
Having never grieved
Sits like a stone in the corridor of anguish
Days and nights in flight
Seasons passing in haste
Years going in and out without care
The other night
The precious knight
Falls into perpetual sleep
In the path of the unending exodus
Now
With all the architects gone forever
In this silent autumn
I ask of those still around
Where are the happy dreamers?
What do I do with these memories?
Where do we belong?
Here?
There?
Left behind
I feel so abandoned

Fields Of Puzzles

The cruel tricks that life ever plays
The games of chance he dearly frays
Perpetual winner he never vows
Glorious trophy ever in his paws
Trailing voices all around
Diminishing choices set abound
Tension
Contention
The valiant ones amongst them say
Hold sturdy for yet another day
Beyond the sighs the victory songs
Rays of hope on redeeming tongues
Sacrificial patience
Animated nations
Steely-eyed we crave some easing
Transcending limitations of feeling
This place where life feels so strange
Our lot has got to change