The Expected

The expected,

The expected is what came.
What came to you in a flash of light.
When you know its going to happen.
A deja vu
Almost.

You cannot help but ask why.
Why me?
Why did it come to me?

I expected it.
I did
Did expect it

Did I?
Why is this poem even called The Expected?

The phone rang and I was thinking,
just before about something mundane.
Something material, Something that always becomes insignificant.

Just before.
You know before the night falls
The Shadow
Just before they arrive.
I must be there!

I must make sure that this is not the end.
No, Never The End.
Fair Enough.

You expected it didn't you? Didn't you?!
If you did, then why are you being a little Puss.
A Puss which mews

She's my grandmother.

Ring

Those of you who have seen me online recently, on MSN would have noticed my new display picture, in glorious Sepia colour. A Ring. On my Ring Finger (Right). Yes ladies and gentlemen in the audience, I am attached. Very much like the cuffs on a criminal, I too am experiencing the wonderful heaven/hell that is a relationship.

Now, people are bound to ask, what is the significance of all this, are you going to marry her? Oh god, please don't tell me she's pregnant. I would love to be your bridesmaid, when's the bachelor party(ies)? Etc. I say to all this, the significance is that of a promise ring. I personally don't quite get the idea myself. To me, I just think a promise ring signifies the promise to my girlfriend, to love her, and that she's the only one in my life, oh and of course that I'll pay for her meals:). Eitherway, its a simple thing really, more akin to being teenagers who are crazily in love with kitsch(yes kitsch, because that's what we think of each other), with the weird and consequently wonderful and with each other, or so we hope.

Looking out the window, the thunder just went boom. I think I better go take in my clothes. (Yes ladies, he does his own laundry. Uh-Huh, what a house-husband!)