!!!! 9th October !!!! XX Fingers Crossed XX

Can i get a kiss??

A warm hug around your waist
my arms tugging at your vest

let me hold you tight
as i try not to be diffident

and pull you close
as i have u appose

i hold your head
in order to not mislead

i touch your lips with mine
as my hands try to entwine

a small kiss on your lips
before i let u give into any blips

and then a quick warm slurpy full one
before you think about anyone ;)

Will u let me have another
to remember forever

My Man
Miman :)

Reality

Sucks
Pokes
Pinches
Hurts
Poisons
Dampens
Stabs
Smiles
Questions
Laughs
Smirks
Teases
Falls
and then literally KILLS

In Hope

I Awaited:
To be in your arms
To hear your voice in my ear
To let your fingers run through my hair
To tell you my stories, as you watched me
To lie next to you
To hear you talk about ideologies
To live a few days like i never did

I Await:
For the morning sun
Hoping to receive a warm Hi!
I smile and let the moment go
Wanting to find another one
To get your attention
To hear your voice
To tickle my thoughts
To give me a hope that the dark night did not affect you
And that its not the end


I Will Await:
To have a boisterous laugh with you
To live our moment again
To be loved like you did
For nothing else to change us ever

Guess i'm a little heartbroken at the moment :'(

BAD DAY

A familiar cry of many at most times. It sounds like everyone has it some time or the other, just on a rough calculation at an average once in a fortnight.

I'm sure we don't actually get up thinking its a bad day. We just end up being judgmental by calling a precious, beautiful,24 hour day in our life a BAD DAY. A thought that would just end up making us think that the whole 1440 minutes is destined to gloom, gloom and some more gloom.

Such a pity that the day, which is same for every living and non living thing is simply considered bad day, because of ones mood and course of actions happening around him /her. And because of the result of their course of actions or of situations they completely blame an innocent being with amazing capabilities and attributes as bad. And not do they just call it bad, but also dwell in it and actually seem to enjoy it by simply christening the whole day bad.

Instead, i have a smart ( just like me) and a useful ( rather meaningful) suggestion, lets start living bad half days, bad hours, bad minutes or may be bad seconds. You know in that manner one would be considerate to the day and may be mentally have it in their head that the whole day is not that bad its just the few passing hours/ minutes/ seconds that are bad.

Ain't it a very positive approach :)

P.S: Though i never saw how you look on a bad day, you make me look pretty awful as i have my mind cluttered with thoughts thinking and hoping your day gets better.

Fuchsia Glow

Had a block in my head

Every color seemed blurred and mixed up

Like the painter’s palette, a messed up patch

Could not trace the hues & tints

But i knew all of them end up in black.

Walked out till I was at the top of the crooked steep street

Stood there looking down at the twists and turns it unveiled

The vastness of the city at its foot is covered with blinking lights

From the corner of my eye, I saw rays of neon lights rising in to the empty sky

They surely have a color, but for the moment they looked like fireflies

With squinched eyes, tried to trace the locus of their meeting, it was all haywire

It seemed familiar, as it was the state of my mind.

Stood color blinded in the middle of the street while it busted with energy and light

On hearing a loud giggle, was jolted out of my thought

That’s when I saw the color from one dimple to the other

It looked like the corners of her mouth are spreading their wings to touch the crescents

She walked past me soaking me in the halo that followed along

Standing there I saw the color zip fast me, ripping me through my numb body.

Tried tracing the emitter of the glow, she disappeared in to the twisted lanes

Leaving the hint of her sheen on the creepers that appeared at the corner of the roads

Touched the luster she left along the way

And that’s when, saw the colors of my life time

Colors enough to destroy one’s life

Colors when put together can conquer the whole world

Colors that ran as a DNA

Stood there trying to swim in the wide spectrum of colors

And saw the color blindness getting drenched in her Fuchsia Glow.

Wake Up LOVE

wake up, love


wake up, love
undress yourself from my skin
put on the sun and let our dreaming rest
come watch the world rise

wake up, love
and be unbalance on the edge with me
of our sagging, remembering bed
come slip on your shoes

wake up, love
and help me sort this tangle of belongings
our thoughts half in day, half still in night
come kiss me full of sustenance

wake up, love
and meet me at the opened door
before the scent of you leaves my hands and hair
come walk with me into this life

Children by Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,

but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children

as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

and He bends you with His might

that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,

so He loves also the bow that is stable.

A Dream

A pink dress
Two red shoes
A shirt with grey stripes
Some blue balloons
Many hairbands in orange
A bubbly drink
A little slurpy kiss
A big bear hug
Our sparkling smiles
Trees in different shapes and shades
A man walking with an umbrella
We both holding hands
All enthusiastic eyes with envy

A star filled night
on a flowing stream side
lets hunt for the places where we can hide
me in your arms and u in cloud nine
take ahead and fill the list
be with me, and lets live the moments we never did

Kiss Machine

He was actually someone i wanted to meet. When i went to meet him, i almost got up to leave, thinking it's stupidity to meet a person just like that. After a few hours of chatting about some random stuff, he asked me if i would kiss him. All i remember doing is- i just leaned ahead from the bar chair and gave a peck on his lips.

I don't regret kissing him till date and the best part is after that we just kissed and kissed and kissed more....awww can't tell it's such a good feeling to even think of kissing him.

Fly fly fly................

I want to fly even if the fall will leave me with broken bones...well i dont mind a broken nose actually....yea i think i dont like my nose it's kinda weird in shape an Isosceles triangle which looks like it's been punched from the side and top and bottom ...wotever

Well the first time i heard about someone flying was in a story of a son & a father- Icarus & Daedalus...i'm sure many would have read this story...when i read it, the first thought that came was wow how can someone be so creative..and after a bit of mind masturbation ( i never knew the meaning of this at that age) the wicked me came up with a new twist to the story i.e Daedalus actually must have made those wax wings to get his son killed, may be he was jealous- though i still dont know why i came up with tat twist in the tale.

Okay now getting back to the feeling of flying, i think that happens when i am in Nishant's arms...i feel as if i have everything i want...as if i am footloose and ready to take off...very girly right...but dats ok :)

Eyes

Grey eyes
brown eyes
green eyes
blue eyes
Red eyes
Bluish grey eyes
greenish blue eyes
Doe eyes
cat eyes
SLit eyes

Eyes...hmm... i guess i like big eyes..big mysterious beautiful eyes..the bigger the better.

Blah Blah

I Live
I Do
I Dare
I Know
I Fail
I Mean
I Learn
I Give
I Prove
and then
I Win..cz i am worth it all
(are you jealous of me?? :))

I was never a escapist and will never be its time for the world to understand that i have it in me to get whatever i want

Rebelism

All through teenage, i thought i was a rebel just cz i wore jeans, always had a skinned hand / leg, unkempt hair, ripped shoes, tattered school bag & tie, school books which are more scrap books for doodling. And to add to these personality traits there were acts like, argue with folks - coolest thing do, sneaking out of home - the biggest achievement, having Che Guvera poster at home - made me the ultimate, talking about Communist Manifesto & Materialism - made me a scholar and the ultimate aim in my life was to talk about Peace- you know peace like no war, no cry and all.

And one day i grew up just to realize that- everything i thought- was a small world of fantasy i created. Wish i could just stick to my stupid world of rebelism.

I want to talk to you

about why u never let yourself be what u want to, when i was around
about why u never told me anything that was going on in your mind
about why u never told the truth to her
about why u never spoke to me when i badly wanted to speak to you
about why u always walked out when i asked you not to leave me
about why u made false promises
about why u never told me what made u start all this with me
about why u never think of staying in touch with me
about why u ditched me by not being a good friend
about why u never give me a goodnight kiss
about what u search in me when u look at me
about why u couldn't own me
about why u still treat me like a stranger
about why we cannot have a conversation as good friends

I wish i could really ask u all these questions, unfortunately i know your answer - long killing silence. I might as well stare in to the empty sky and be happy to have it above me than dwell in to the conversation.

xx Peace xx

Somewhere

I'll catch you soon

Last evening was at the hospital with my little cousin. Walking out of the lift felt a lady gazing at me. When i could finally get all the hospital trauma off my head, realized it was an old lost friend.

A friend, who would have been a special one, if the complications one create during teenage wouldn't have affected us. A friend, who i would have cherished being with if we didn't loose out ourselves for the egos we had.

After a warm hug and peppy talk about what's happening with each other in the cold hospital lobby. We had to let ourselves go, as usual we had our lives ahead of the little circle of love, warmth and longing we created the moment we met.

As a goodbye promise she told me i'll catch you soon on Facebook, i'm sure u r there?.
What a shame, a virtual life we create has become more prominent in our lives than our physical self.
I walked back in to the lift regretting every good thing being taken away by the virtual reality.

One of the few things that make me smile

A friend of mine had got this as a souvenir of one of his trips to a small hill station.

I guess its the smallest crystal globe i ever saw.Dont know why everytime i look at it on my desk i have a smile on my face.