Breaking the rules

Hand placed yearningly on the windowpane, like Caesar the chimp; I sat watching the raindrops fall. True they are governed by gravity and must fall but stuck at office, the raindrops felt as free as the wind.

I grabbed my favorite cup of coffee and walked out purposefully to sip it, royally, in the rain.

If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55

Please tell The G-Man , like I did.

I see, eye sea, Aye!

Magpie's prompt
 

The ayes have it,
The eyes have it.

What I see is what I aye.

They edited the way i spelled 'love' in the confessions of those would-be nights of us-ness, as if my life was a piece of their published genius. They told me, I'd have to see and learn and break exactly how the legends in the field have, if it were all to mean anything. They told me there was a rule to how all this worked, that the heart would break into exactly 999.9 pieces, shapes might vary though. (Well, thank god for that!) They told me I wasn't what I thought I was when I was the most me in your arms. 

I hiccuped endlessly to word out the mushy goo in my head, to unsay the sighs they mistook for words of conformation, within every jerking cell of my body raising an urge to connect the dots quicker than I ever would imagine to be possible. 

Hurriedly, yet ever-so tenderly,

I pluck out my eyes-

yes, those beautiful brown eyes, 

for I can aye no more. 

p.s: shared with Magpie tales and Thursday poets rally# 45

dear X sincerely me # 5

Dear people-who-like-spitting-big-words-around-ALL-THE-TIME,

 When you are not being graded/paid for them, keep it simple. You are not welcomed to be my unsolicited lexicon.No sir you are not.

 Sincerely, deaf to sesquipedalian buggers henceforth. 

dear X sincerely Me # 4

Dear auto-wala who bullied me yesterday,

 I dreamt of your auto.I punctured all the three tires. You can thank me later.

sincerely, should have paid you less.

F.T.Q# 3

Frequently thought questions

I look for something I urgently need and don't find it anywhere, no matter how many times I look 'all over the place'.It is time for my beauty sleep and guess what makes an appearance under me on the very bed I just cleaned so I can get on with my siesta!

I'll bet you 100 jars of mayonnaise there is a secret door to the Wonderland somewhere under my bed. 
Isn't it,then, fair if I blame Alice for borrowing my things unapproved and causing me such inconvenience - in my work and my sleep ?