I.J. Kalia on Men's Corner

The man came home a little late, rushed to the kitchen, checked on empty pots. he'd drove pass bars and restaurants for he knew she's home. he was so hungry and his stomach hurts She said, hey, darling, what are you looking for? if you want something to eat go find yourself something nice for I'm so tired I couldn't eat His jaw dropped in awe as she said, darling, I'm so tired I forgot I'm a dame. my boss asked much from me, today and tomorrow might be worse, for that's his aim. The country man shook his head and said hey, darling, hey woman this is Nigeria you'd better get your bum up and go fix what I'd eat for this is Nigeria She jumped from her bed mumbling words in the kitchen doing what she's able even as she's tired, she had to hasten up before the countryman falls asleep while watching cable.    Countryman's story at the bar ©  I.J. Kalia  

~Another woman’s bliss~   The champagne flute clinks   upon a breezy friday night untamed heart at the edge of adventure with a warm sinister smile after a few awkward gulps and empty promises of debauchery at the palace of frivolity  I got into her emotions in a blink of an eye heart made from stone and clay surrounded by great walls of fear and cold wind of rejection Her cold tsunami of tears had swear the loyalty of her love she's just a lost soft spirit yearning for a heaven of her own at the threshold of another woman's bliss.                                                                                                           . .