Tricky

Word-ka Shots reader Sivakami Sivakumar served us a heady little one. But we're upto an old trick of ours. Guess which piece belongs to whom. We haven't put our names on them. Again.

Drink up, lovely people...

	... they gave me ...a magician’s hat... or something black ...like coarse velvet… I was told… no, it was whispered… “pull out a dream…” I reached in… deep-  into the coarse black velvet… first hand… then head… then knees… but somewhere… in its slimy gullet… I dug my heels in… and with a retching movement I woke up resenting my abysmal magic skills.		Talking to you is like riding a unicycle. On a tightrope. With a barking dog. At each end. Six long stemmed glasses on a tray. In one hand. And 4 volumes of the Encyclopedia Britannica in the other. As an ostrich feather vacantly tickles my left heel.

After

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And now, After...

	I stand three steps after you stretching and afraid of the light  dancing around you in circles I surround you in darkness and then sometimes when fate conspires we stand together as one. -Jason		the debris of paper plates was cleaned, and the wooden chairs were stacked, packed and sent, the star shaped lanterns were pulled out from the sky; and Mrs. Karmarkar from B 101 through a mouthful of chocolate cake promished hershelf: i'm naevwer makin the resholution agenn.  -Nikita

Stop

	. with your nonsense and your pretentious affairs about whatevers on your list about how you care . telling everyone what you did and where and about how you climbed mount everest after saving orphaned ducklings from chinese cooks with cleavers just . -Jason		bulbs of water drip from the tap as I… Q. 25. Define Trachea A trachea R. four benches ahead. white shirt. is a membranous tube with cartilaginous rings rings of curls bend into his head that conveys inhaled air sigh. from the larynx to the bronchi straight to my heart “PENS DOWN. PASS YOUR PAPERS AHEAD.” I rush to scribble:  membranous white tube with curly rings that conveys inhaled sighs from the larynx to the heart. -Nikita

Juicy

	I have tasted nectar- in my dreams, And been denied it, when I was awake. Is it my fault then that I keep dreaming? -Jason		With glee in her yellow, bulbous eyes Miss Emerald Pistawalla  (M.A., English Hons.) watches me: a delicious prey among a herd of students that accurately feign attention. I alone have not Donne, Plath or Frost. She licks her lips and thinks up a luscious new punishment. -Nikita

Glass

	His words were like glass, clear, but transparent. He said he would come back for you, And you wait- holding that solid line, Like a piece of glass, In your hands. Your grip grows tighter, with each passing moment. -Jason		Those dreams were made of stained glass You saw through them at once While I could only see pretty squares in colored shadows on the floor. And my own highly colored self divided into f|o|u|r. -Nikita

Trouble

In keeping with the theme for this week, we decided to make some trouble.
Both our pieces are up. But we're not telling you which is which. Have a guess, won't you? :)

	Words fly from our mouths like we knew all along that we would meet here this time, this place. Like waves on sand, we move back and forth; our hearts desire different things though. Trouble is on the tip of your tongue. Is it a wonder then that I refused a taste?		She tip-toed across the hallway, Cautiously passed her parents room, Snuck past grandma, snoring in her chair... Then, craftily maneuvering  the creaky stairs- She almost reached the door when-  CRASH! The vase falls to the floor. And purring at her heels is Mommy's 'new' little angel. Adorable, but aptly named!

Silk

	These strands of silk Were spun, Especially for you… And your meticulous, Eight legged host Will tuck you in tight, Before putting you to sleep: Come hither, come hither… -Jason		They tied between us a silken knot before we circled the holy fire seven times and became tied for life. Then we watched the years go by and the knot remained, tightly tied. Mine rose to my throat. Yours to the stomach. We could have undone. We could have pulled it apart. But we’d gotten a little too used To the silken part. -Nikita

Crescent

	The look on your face, devouring satisfaction or something else, what could I give you- and never have myself? Like that bar of chocolate with the missing bite. that you took out of me. -Jason		You’re seeing only a sliver forlorn and lonely in the night sky. The moon is still whole. It just doesn’t know it yet. -Nikita

Roof

	The sheet of blue plastic, In a corner, On the pathway, By the road. When it pours you’ll find limbs, toes, a tail- And patient eyes waiting knowing it would be over soon. -Jason		Pull away my blankets snatch my skies in one smooth move and throw me out roofless in the rain. For that is the only way I shall ever taste Again. Water thou art and to water  thou shalt forevermore return. -Nikita

Feet

	the marble floor tarmac, sand and snow- my feet have felt them all. they carry me through and every time i walk these feet leave a trail- look how far i've come. -Jason		they were washed in rose water wiped with the softest cloths and painted with the finest designs. the rites were performed correctly. and then the bride was told to step  into a dish of colored water and leave a bloody trail all over her new home. -Nikita