Prying Eyes

Hidden lies, guilty secrets
A night of prying eyes discovered

Face went white, heartbeats quickened
As Pandora opened her box

Confrontation never looks pretty
This one had an ugliness never seen before

Words danced about, angry and unrestrained
But the soul weakened with each utterance

What do you know,
The truth ain't pretty either

The circle of trust fades away
In its place is now a big blotch of doubt

The prying eyes are just tired now
The guilty secrets, just mistakes

What's left?
A dull ache
A hollow of other words that were swallowed
No hate. No love.

Isn't that just fair enough?
The prying eyes got just what they deserved.

My Land Dweller

A letter from the "Angel of the Sea" to her "Land Dweller"

Dear Land Dweller,

"You're all set to travel,

And take the road not taken

You're scared and nervous, I know

But excited too, if I'm not mistaken"

You're starting a new chapter of your life. I know it's scary. You'll be away from home, you'll feel lonely and homesick on some days. But you know what, it gets better and easier and fun as the days go by. You need this. You'll learn to be independent and free. And you'll be a better person because of it. And think about all the people whose lives you're going to touch, just like you did mine. I'm sure there's someone out there who needs you to be their friend as much as I do. Do for them what you did for me. Be the happy-go-lucky, strange, softhearted, and kind person that you are. Be yourself. That's enough. 

Don't you ever forget how special you are. You're amazing and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Be brave and strong through the difficult stuff that'll definitely come your way. And when you think you can't do it all alone, give me call. That's what I'm there for. Don't you dare hesitate to call me when you need me.  

You'll do fine, better than fine, better than great in fact. Don't you worry. I know our ways our different. And it's silly to think that they'll ever be the same, but you do know that the sea and land have to meet somewhere right? So that's it, we'll meet there seeing a beautiful sunrise together one day.   

Have fun, learn new things, go out, make mistakes, and do everything you've always wanted to do. I'll always be there to back you up! And live up to your name, land dweller. Roam around, see new places, make new friends, see the world with a different perspective, don't regret anything and do crazy things! Take loads of photos and send them to me.

I'm so glad you found me. Or maybe I found you. You know why I say this, so I won't "dwell" on it anymore :P I'll always carry you in a special corner of my heart: the heart of the sea, the heart of the ocean. I'll miss you.

Be brave, happy and safe. I love you loads! <3

"With each wave, I'll try to touch the shore,

And be as close to you as I can

The I'll take you with me around the world,

Sail across the seven seas, that'll be our plan"

"We were never meant to be together,

But we always find a way, a beach, a shore

You'll always be my land dweller,

And I couldn't ask for more"  

Congratulations on your new beginning. All the very best!

Hugs and kisses,

Your lucky charm aka Angel of the sea aka Cathy

P.S. You're allowed to make new friends :P But if anyone of them tries to replace me, I'm going to kick their butt!  

Diaries, Lobsters, Forevers and other clichés.

Dear Ma and Dada,

I know you're totally confused about the title right now. I assure you, you'll understand soon enough. I wanted to write a poem for your anniversary but my tired brain isn't of any use right now except sifting through random thoughts, and then getting all excited and weird about them.

These thoughts of course started with images of both of your smiling faces in my mind; 'ma in her beautiful bluish purplish colorful sari, and dad in the reddish maroonish shirt from the photos you sent me last evening. Beautiful colors which together made me think about love birds with their vivid colors, their chirping and their everlasting love; kind of like you guys, huh? Love birds. That's what I'd thought would be the title of my poem, which in the end I couldn't write. Love birds. They made me think of lobsters. I told you I get weird sometimes. I'll explain.

You know I used to watch that show called 'Friends' like crazy, right? The one you thought was stupid, Dad :D Well anyway, in one episode, one of the totally awesome characters, Phoebe says something like this:

"It's a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life. You know what? You can actually see old lobster couples walkin' around their tank, you know, holding claws."

This kinda stuck with me. It's silly and sweet at the same time. I did some fact checking, and this isn't technically true but even then, the idea of mating for life and growing old together, and knowing only one love all your life is a wonderful thought which gets a small satisfied/wishful sigh out of me. So, I think about you both and then I think about lobsters and say, "Wow! Dada is 'ma's lobster and vice versa!" Not so stupid now, huh?! :P Thinking about you two is synonymous to thinking about "forevers", "fairy tales", "magic", "romance" and other such mythical things normal human beings like me are in awe of. Extraordinary, that's the word. Awe is another. And whenever I think about things to be in awe of, my mind inevitably takes me to the world of books and words, and people who write these words. Which made me think of diaries.

Diaries. Such strange things. Our relationship with them starts out platonic and detached. We bore them with excruciating details of the day to day activities of our mundane lives. Slowly, we form a bond. We start sharing feelings: anger, resentment, grudges at first; happiness, humor, sadness follow soon; elation, pain, fear, excitement after some time. Our relationship grows as we become friends who gossip and share secrets about crushes and then about life, and eventually we go onto become friends who would take these secrets to the grave. The most powerful feelings of love, trust and faith seal this relationship and change it into something rare, something beautiful, something that lasts forever. So, I hope you see how diaries remind me of you two. Platonic. Friends. Best Friends. Love. Forever. Sound familiar? Apart from this, there is that other thing that 'ma always used to say. 'ma, remember how you told me that you stopped writing in your old diary because dad became your diary, the one you'd write in forever? Well, things like that make a romantic like me swoon!

So, the point of this rambling was just to give you a few examples to show you how both of you manage to beat the odds. Cynics will just hate you guys for proving them wrong. I have watched you from afar and observed you from up close, I have lived with you and grown up in the family that you started, so I think that is enough for me to be an apt judge on love and life, for now :) And the judge has ruled that you both make the most ridiculous and soppy of clichés worth believing in, because looking at you, I know and I believe that dreams and reality can be one, and that forevers are possible. And that is something most people can't even dream of having. 

This is where I end this odd write up. I guess this was my way of saying that I'm glad I ended up being this crazy kid with crazier dreams, and I want to thank you both because I'm me because of you. Because of how you raised me, and because of how you love each other.

I love you. And I love your love for each other. I'm so proud to be your daughter.

Happy 30th anniversary! 30 beautiful, amazing, extraordinary years...and here's raising a toast to millions of similar years that I know are ahead.

Kisses,

Sweety

P.S. I'm too weird, I know. You don't have to tell me.

P.P.S. Thank you for giving me Appu.

Emptiness

 

She never told me,

But I knew, I really did

It gave her away,

The cheerful mask behind which she hid

Suddenly there was an emptiness,

In those beautiful eyes

That I couldn't fathom

And which she couldn't hide with lies

She always tried to escape,

And looking into her eyes, I saw

Something broken behind them,

In a sparkling diamond, a crack, a flaw

She had needed me and I failed her,

Till today, I know not why?

I didn't ease her pain, her hurt,

Not once did I even try

Then one morning I rose,

To a feeling of emptiness, so fierce 

She was gone, leaving behind a note,

That was soaked in her tears

 

I keep it like a treasure,

Her only piece that was mine

It read, "Dad, I love you,

I'm sorry, I'll be fine"

I was filled with an ache,

That only losing your child can bring

I understood then the emptiness I had seen

For now, I felt the same thing

 

 She'd given up her baby,

It had changed her life forever,

My little girl, only sixteen

And now each of her ties, she'd sever

A conversation, a hug, she had needed

To let her know, I had cared

I wish I had told her, she wasn't alone

That I was also scared

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 I read a novel recently in which a girl of eighteen, not sixteen like in my poem, runs away from home, as much as from herself, after going through the trauma of having an abortion about which she doesn't ,or rather, couldn't tell her father...but he knew...and I wrote these lines trying to capture his feelings, his point of view.

I didn't plan on writing this, it's a very difficult subject for me to write about but there were parts of the book that remained with me. 

There was another source of inspiration that actually made me think about this book again and  brought me the title of the poem, that came from words from another novel:

"It's like I'm an oyster. I've had this sharp speck inside me for a long time, and I've been trying to make it more comfortable, so slowly I've turned it into a pearl. But now it's finally being taken out, and just as it's going I'm realizing there's a gap being left behind, you know a dent in my belly where it used to sit. And so I kind of want to hold onto it for a little longer."

Both the novels are totally not related to and cannot be more different from each other but I found some lines which I felt evoked the same feelings in me and I wove them together.

As usual, I get inspired at the oddest of times! My exams start in less than a week and here I am struggling to give words to the emotions that refuse to die down...

The images were all found on Google. For those who want to know the names of the two novels: The one which inspired the plot is- Harvesting the Heart by Jodi Picoult, and the one which inspired the title is- The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid.

Hope you liked it :) Till next time then.

Intersection

It had been inevitable, right from the beginning.

This was where they had parted; this had to be the place they'd meet again.

She had always known this would happen, and yet she wasn't prepared to face him. Not now, not ever.

Hadn't she known that lines that parted would always converge somewhere, that there would always be one intersection?  

Caught up in the rush of emotions, she tried to breathe. Somehow she had to believe that he would remember her. She watched him from across the room. Age hadn't been cruel to him. He looked just as handsome as she'd thought he would be. He wasn't alone though, her mind reluctantly acknowledged. A beautiful woman sat by his side, holding his hand as she talked to him silently. Probably his wife, she thought with a pang of jealousy. Of course, he had a wife and children; she'd known that for years and the strange envy she felt surprised her.

She took a step towards where he was, oblivious of the hustle-bustle and the people moving about with their usual business around her. Just as she reached the door, she panicked. This was where he had abandoned her. But she forgave him now, letting go of the hurt. What in the world would she say to him? Feeling enervated at the continuous battle between her mind and her heart, she thought for a moment that this was her choice. She could turn back, evade this situation, never to return again, do the same thing he had done to her once, and she almost gave in. But as her eyes fell on his face again, she knew this was now or never. She may never get a chance to see him again, and she knew she couldn't live with that. She gathered up all the courage she could muster and entered the little room and faced him. Even in his state of immobility, he sensed something. She could tell by the flicker of his eyes, the sharp intake of his ragged breath. From the confinements of his hospital bed, he stared at her. There were things he recognized, she knew. The dark chestnut-brown hair, the sharp nose, the cleft in her chin, all belonged to the woman he'd once loved but, unmistakably, the eyes he looked into were his own, so was the hesitant but warm dimpled smile she offered. She took another step forward, ending the space between them that had been left open by him thirty years ago, when he'd left her in another hospital bed in her mother's arms. He tried to say something, but she knew he was overwhelmed, just as she was. Taking his hand in hers, she whispered gently what she'd been dying to say for years, "Daddy".

Everything that rises must converge.

~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

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I didn't have any idea what I was writing when I started this. All I knew was that it had something to do with intersection, and suddenly it shaped itself into what you just read now. I've always felt there's something complete, something whole about the way rays of light converge, as if, something that had been broken ages ago is getting fixed, as if it's healing. All  over the world people come at cross roads every day, they turn different ways, they take a wrong turn, move in a different direction...some day definitely, the two different paths meet somewhere and that's when the convalescence, the forgiveness and acceptance begin.

The pictures are from my angel, Google! ;)
 Maybe, I'll be on a break now because of my exams....but then again, who knows what goes on in the mind of a young lonely soul like me, I might just feel the urge to write a few lines :p

Moments

Beauty, I see, as you run, 

                     Hair wild, arms open, bare feet

From the cool sand, into the cold water,

                     And the morning waves, you greet

Music, I hear as you laugh,

                   Mischievous, childlike, and innocent

Cheeks flushed with a rosy hue,

                   Which the morning air lent

A waltz, I imagine, you dance,

                  Graceful and elegant, each move

And the waves surge around you,

                  As if to a silent melody, they groove

Freedom, I experience, through you,

                  Arms thrown open, head held high

Ready to embrace the whole world,

                  Like the seagulls we see, free to fly

Dreamy, I feel, as you move again,

                 Winking, your full lips curve into a smile

As steps towards me you slowly take,

                 With fervor, ardor, I'm overwhelmed for a while

Love, I understand, as you take my hand,

                 Into my eyes you stare, awe and wonder

My fingers brush your cheek softly,

                In that moment, my soul, to you I surrender

Perfection, I experience, with you in my arms,

                Time stops, only heartbeats heard, no other sound

Together, we watch the sun rise over the ocean

                Life, in you, its meaning, I found

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Life's meaning...sometimes you find it in those few perfect moments just looking at someone you love.  

Just a little something I penned down a while ago...hope you guys like it.

I'll be back soon, I promise :)

Pic courtesy: Google, and The Notebook (The movie).

Following Him Around!

Well, remember the little girl I've been telling you about, lately? She has one more very important person in her life...

Wearing a pretty little frock,

A red ribbon in her hair

The little one peddled away,

On her little bicycle, looking everywhere

She was sure he'd gone that way,

She'd seen him leave before

She'd asked him to wait for her,

But he had just run out the door

He'd left with his friends,

To her, they looked big and wise

She was just a little kid,

Just not one of the guys

Still she was determined to find him

She had no one else to go to

Who else would play with her?

No one, she thought, knowing it was true

Ringing her little bell,

She crossed over to another street,

Not seeing a big stone, she tripped

And got a big scratch on her feet

Big fat teardrops rolled down her cheek

As she saw a tear on her favorite dress

Her hands were scraped, so were her knees

Dirt and dust everywhere, she was a mess

She got up again slowly,

Picked up her cycle and walked

Sniffling but trying to be a big girl,

Still a little bit shocked

She reached the playground finally,

And breathed out in relief

There he was, with his friends

Now, he'd take away her grief

And he turned around,

As she called out his name

But his smile turned into a frown

And angry he became

And she got scared

As he walked towards her,

How annoyed he was the last time,

Now she seemed to remember

He seemed a bit embarrassed,

And roughly told her to go away

He didn't give her a chance to speak

He said he had to go back to play

As he started to turn away,

He noticed something on her knee

Her face red and swollen

The little frock torn and dusty

He felt a tinge of worry and shame,

And stopped down to see her properly,

With a finger, he brought her chin up

She was hurt, now he could see

He felt his heart twist painfully,

Because it hadn't been her fall alone

That had caused all the hurt

But a mistake of his own

He took her little hand in his,

And kissed her on the cheek

He told her, "I'm sorry kiddo"

And then started to speak

"You can play with me,

Any and every time you say"

"I'll teach you everything I know,

You'll be a pro one day"

As she smiled a little at that,

His game and friends, he forgot

And they started walking home

Like a big brother he thought

Never run ahead to leave her behind,

He'd always catch her if she fell

Just as she was to their parents,

She was his baby, as well

He'd scare her with spooky stories,

But then calm her down after a while

He'd fight with her like anything

Then make her laugh and smile

He'd be there for her each day,

He'd be her best friend

He'd give her advice without preaching

With her, he'd never pretend

While crossing the same street where she'd fallen,

The little girl had a thought of her own

She could follow her big brother around now

And she turned to whisper a thank you to the stone

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This one was for my big brother's birthday on the 25th of October! <3

Pic Courtesy: Google!

Monsters Under My Bed

The little girl cried in her sleep,

And woke up with a start

She got down from her bed,

Clutching her doll to her heart

She walked slowly in the dark,

Her tiny bare feet shaking with fear

Out of her room and into the hallway,

A plump cheek red, the culprit a tear

She reached a closed door,

And pushed with all her might

She could just make out in the darkness,

Two figures silhouetted by the moonlight

She climbed onto the big bed, 

Reaching the tall man, she cuddled close

Sniffing silently, as she stared at him,

As he shifted a bit, she froze

The man woke up suddenly,

To the sound of a soft purr

Feeling little fingers clutching his shirt, 

He turned around, and saw her

He saw his little baby, her face red,

He felt his heart break into two

As she curled up next to him in fear,

Something was wrong, that he knew

He sat up and took her in his arms,

And he asked, "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

"What's the matter? Did you see a bad dream?"

But with her doll, she absently began to play.

She mumbled in her baby voice, 

Her eyes full of fright, as she nodded

"Daddy, I saw big monsters chasing me,

Because you forgot to check today under my bed"

The man felt his throat dry up,

And felt a love so strong

He felt an urge to keep her safe,

To shield her from everything wrong

He picked he up in his arms, 

Cradling her like the baby she was

And padded down quietly to her room,

To right the wrong, for which he was the cause

He tucked her into bed once more,

And then opened the closet and checked,

He looked under the bed and checked again

He assured her, that his little baby he'd always protect

"No monsters, no ghosts, no evil

Will ever get to you darling",

"Daddy will always be there for you

He'll keep you safe from everything"

He stroked her hair softly

And crooned for her, her favorite lullaby,

As her eyes fluttered close, he watched her

A fallen star that came to him from the sky

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I've been away for a long while (many reasons)...so I'm going to post three poems today that I wrote during that period starting with this one!

I'd written this poem on my dad's birthday on the 22nd of October...Hope you all like it :)

Pic courtesy: Google (Don't know what I'd do without you! ;))

Mommy

The little girl stood there,

Tears welling up in her eyes

"Don't go please", she begged

"I won't say any goodbyes!"

Fear overtook the little one,

What was she supposed to do?

A plan hatched in her little mind,

And what a tantrum she threw

At least that delayed the moment,

For a while it would be the same

For she wasn't going to be left behind,

And that was her only aim

She cried her heart out,

And screamed liked a banshee

She stomped her feet on the ground,

What a little genius was she!

The woman watching this for a while,

Now walked towards the girl

She watched a tear roll down her cheek,

Shining like a perfect pearl

The little girl sneaked a peek,

Looked like her plan had been a success

For she saw the woman come towards her,

And she quickly forgot her distress

"You don't want me to leave?",

Asked the woman of the baby

"Never ever", came the soft reply,

"What ever the reason may be"

"Why is that?", the woman wondered,

Curious about what the child would say

The little one's answer, she never could've guessed

It simply took her breath away

"Because whenever you're away,

I feel so sad and blue

I never know anything,

Everything feels strange and new"

"Because whenever you're away,

Something refuses to fit

A piece from a puzzle or a game,

And I always have to quit"

"Because whenever you're away,

The days seem longer somehow,

The nights more darker,

No moonlight they allow"

"Because whenever you're away,

There's no one there to care,

No one to kiss away my bruises,

No one to braid my hair"

"Because whenever you're away,

I never get ice cream or cakes,

There's no one to talk to,

Or to heal my heart, if it breaks"

"Mommy, so please don't ever leave me,

Wherever you go, take me too

Without you I'd be lost forever,

Because that's how much I love you"

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Happy 50th Birthday to the most beautiful woman on earth! I love you sooo much 'ma :* It's hard not to...you're the most amazing person I've ever known :) I hope we have a perfect day together today.

Thank you for always being there and always being who you are, for always knowing what to say and what to do, for always being our best friend, for always caring, for never letting go and never leaving us behind no matter what.

Hope you liked the post :) :*

The beautiful lady with me in the pic at the center is my mum. Ain't she gorgeous?! :)
Pic courtesy: The lovely Mystic :)
Rest of the pics are from my beloved Google :p

See you around guys :)

Mother, the ribbons of your love are woven around my heart.  ~Author Unknown

Tourmente

All I heard was a silence,

As the phone line went dead

So many angry words spoken,

So many true words, left unsaid

As the shock wore off,

I called you again and again

But each time, I just heard a silence,

I lost my chance, to explain

Trying to blink back a tear,

With my head bowed

I found my way outside,

Through the surrounding crowd

When a cool breeze touched me,

I lifted my head up to see

Black storm clouds and lightnings, 

As the heavens agreed with me

I stood there for a long time,

Remembering each word we'd said

Wondering what had led us here,

What there would be ahead

I felt so cold and alone,

All I saw was your beautiful face

As I closed my eyes,

And dreamed of your warm embrace

As I climbed up onto the bed

Body drenched from the rain,

Eyes tired from the tears,

Oblivion I sought desperately, to stop the pain

I woke up suddenly,

To the sound of the phone ringing

My head ached, as my heart beat faster

Trying to see the number, with my eyes stinging

I picked up the phone,

Heart singing, because it was you 

Last night vanished as you softly said those words,  

And I whispered back, I love you too

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The weather here just turned awesome! Dark clouds, lightning, thunder, cool breeze...all the things I dream about :) I was standing on the roof, taking in the beauty of it all, and just thinking about some stuff when I felt the need to write...so, this happened. Hope you all liked it. It's been a while since I wrote something this long.
Tourmente means storm or turmoil in French :)

Both the beautiful pics are from Google this time...spent a long time trying to find the right ones.
Good night everyone! May the beautiful night give you lovely dreams :)

If Only

If only,

I could take back my words,

I'd say the right ones, and tell you,

How much you mean to me

If only,

I had another chance,

I'd spend each day of my life,

Making up, for every mistake, I made

If only,

I could stop time, for a moment,

I'd take that moment,

And live a lifetime with you

If only,

I could look at you once,

I'd remember each expression,

Each move that you make

If only,

I could hold your hand,

I would never let it go,

I'd be by your side, forever

If only,

I could take you in my arms,

I would feel alive again,

I'd find a reason to live

If only,

I could kiss your lips,

I would breathe again,

And, my soul would rejoice

If only,

I could spend my life with you,

I would be complete,

And, there would be no regrets

If only,

You would say yes,

I'd give you every happiness,

I'd make all your dreams come true,

I'd make you my world, my life

Each breath I'd take, would be for you

If only,

You would love me,

I'd be there in the end

I'd make every thing real, 

I'd be your best friend

I would love you,

More than there are stars in the sky,

More than the darkness of night, 

More than the vastness of space,

More than the heat, a fire could ignite

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This one came to me suddenly, and I wrote it down in such a short time, which is very unusual for me because usually, it takes ages. The title and some of the feelings I felt while writing this down, came from the movie "If  Only". I found the movie beautiful, about second chances and, love and, mistakes...and regrets.

And, these lines from the song, "If Tomorrow Never Comes", by Ronan Keating, again, got all my emotions fired up!

"I made a promise to myself,

 To say each day, how much she means to me

 And avoid that circumstance,

 Where there's no second chance, to tell her how I feel

 If tomorrow never comes..."

Okay, so I hope you all liked it :) Good night guys. Sleep tight :)

The Answer (Guest Entry)

Here's a reply from my Dad...for the last  post. You're truly amazing Dad :* I love you so much :*

I too look at myself, in the mirror,

And sometimes, see a stranger there

I thought I knew, all the ropes, all the roads,

Now some times, I see a danger there

No, it’s not a writer’s block,

It’s just a blank wall, that blocks my vision

My eyes are wide open,

But they just seem, to stare into oblivion

Words are just no more my friends,

So they are not easy, to be spoken, or written

It’s not that I don’t want to say something,

It’s just that, all the right words are hidden

It’s just a phase I’m going through, right now,

I thought, I understood love & life, but I’m confused

There’s so much contradiction, so many conflicts

So much is going on in my world, it keeps me amused

You say, my words cast a spell,

That they were an inspiration, for you

I’m sorry if I disappointed you, my girl,

I promise to rise above this situation, for you

'Cause if you know me, you’ll know I’m a fighter,

With two negatives, I love to make a positive

Yes, you’ve given me a challenge, saying,

Not to leave the page blank, and to try to be creative

See, I've managed to pick up the courage,

And write these lines, only FOR YOU

From the blanks, I've tried to join the dots

With some words, I could find only for you

THANK YOU SWEETY,

YOU ARE MY INSPIRATION, YOU KNOW

YOU WILL HELP ME,

IN MY DESPERATION, OF THIS I’M SURE

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Thank you, Dad. I loved this post. This is what I was talking about. You words are amazing, because you are too. I knew you'd bounce back, I've always known :*
You can visit my Dad's blog at http://john-anddreamscometrue.blogspot.in/
And the second picture, the one of me with my Dad, was taken by Mystic (http://i-me-mysolitude.blogspot.in/). Thanks, Amo, for the beautiful pic :)

An Evening in Paradise

We sit close, with fingers intertwined

In a valley, in the middle of nowhere

The earth laughs, with flowers,

As their colors weave a magic, so rare

We lie down among the flowers,

Watching red ink flow, on a blue parchment

As the evening sky, gets a crimson tinge

With the beauty which the setting sun, lent

A sweet smelling breeze touches us

And whispers of love, we hear,

In the magical scent, of jasmines

As the first signs of darkness, appear

The last of the birds fly home,
And the twilight fades away, into the night
As stars appear, in the meadows of heaven
We fall in love again, under the soft light

We listen to the crickets chirp,
And each of the sounds, the night brings
The tinkling of a spring, nearby,
The song that a solitary bird, sings

The moon appears soon,
And pieces of cloud, scatter and glide
As the stars sing their lullaby,
I fall asleep, with you by my side

Moments later, my eyes open
We're in our bed, and I realize
Just a moment, spent in your arms,
Could give me an evening, in paradise

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This one gave me a lot of trouble! It just wouldn't come out the way I wanted :( ...until it finally did ;) I should tell you, that I was totally inspired when I heard someone say the words, "Just like a picnic in heaven", and I played around with the idea for sometime...and finally, you're looking at the result!:)

Thanks to you who gave me this idea :) I owe you ;)

Hope you guys like it :)
Good Night...I  hope you all sleep well, as the stars sing their lullaby ;) :)

Oh yeah, and the above picture is from the movie, Twilight...I don't own it. It's the only picture I found, that was the closest to what had imagined. 

What You Left Behind...55Fiction#3

On nights like these, I wish you were by my side...

The world around me is still

All I wish to hear, is your heart beat,

Though it no longer does

In the darkness, I cry for you

I miss you, my love,

I miss our life together...

...Lonely nights are all you left behind

Stuffed with Love

Her little hands clasped me,

So close to her heart

In her warm bed, I used to dream,

Of us, never being apart

She talked to me everyday,

Told me all her little secrets

She took me everywhere she went,

Even to the tea parties, she had for her pets

Soon the day came,

When more friends, she made  

She forgot about me then,

With new companions, now she played

She tried to hide me,

When friends dropped by

Still sometimes, when we were alone, 

She'd hold me close, with a little sigh

I watched her grow up,

From the little corner of her room

And I had no doubt, that soon,

Into a beautiful woman, she'd bloom

I knew she was falling in love,

When I saw her, all dreamy-eyed

I saw her blush and laugh more,

When he was by her side

I was never jealous or mad,

Happiness was all I wanted for her

Sadness was all I felt,

Thinking of how close, we once were

Then on the night before her wedding, 

Into the darkness, poured in light, 

As the door to her room opened,

She took a step forward and came into sight

I knew she had come for me at last,

She walked to me and stood still

As she looked at me lovingly,

The tears in her eyes, started to spill

And she said to me,

"Thank you, for listening to me,

Thank you, for keeping my secrets

In you, my childhood I see"

"I'm marrying the boy,

 Who had once given you, to me

The most beautiful present I'd got,

The year I turned three"

"My companion, you've always been,

I will always love you, Mr. Bear

Thank you, for being my friend,

For you, I'll always care"

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Hey guys, had fun writing this post! :) Hope you all like it...relive your childhood memories with the warm, cuddly teddy bears you get today! Have a wonderful day full of love and bear hugs! :)

                                                                                                                                                
"A Teddy Bear doesn't need a heart, because it is already stuffed with love!" :D 
Happy Teddy Bear Day! :)))

The Proposal - 55Fiction#2

If I could be with her,

To her beauty, I'd add a glow

I wait for him patiently, when on his knees

His love for her, he'd show

I know, She'll say "yes"

And together, they ever shall be

I'll sparkle on her finger,

A symbol of their love and trust, for all to see

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No guesses here, right? :) Well, going with mushy and romantic atmosphere...here's a toast to all lovers and friends who take the big step today, and who, to quote Ankit, "on their knees, break years of patience" :)  May all of you find lots and lots of love and happiness...

Happy Proposal Day, people! ;)

Goodnight :)

Version#3 Provocative...(Guest Entry#2)

A Touch....

He was a wanderer, looking for the most desirable thing of his life, called love. He wandered everywhere, here and there, north and south, east and west, but he could find only money, power, lust ruling the world. He couldn't find what he wanted the most. He had no cravings for the worldly things because the only thing he couldn't have was and will be love. Like a small child, he became restless. He moved on and on and on. He traveled far and wide for his love. The problem was, he couldn't find her.

Then he was enlightened, knew that love is not to be pursued. It is not a thing which is to be searched for, it will come to you. It is the moment which takes you to your wildest of imaginations, turns you into a breathing stone for that moment and you never know when it passes away, and then it starts hitting you hard, your heart beats for her, and only for her till the end of his life.

When there was no breath of fresh air in his life, dried and withered, he saw her, jessie, that love hit him.. he saw her and that moment itself he knew, something was coming and that something passed on too, she did hit him hard and he instantly knew, she is his life's motive, his only life-saver, his breath of fresh air. He wandered everywhere for her, and lo! he she was coming towards him.

He knew he loved her, but couldn't figure out whether she too had the same feelings towards him. He waited for her. His eyes, his thoughts were enough to describe his love for her.

Whenever he saw her at a distance, his imagined touching her, caressing her, loving her, sitting beside her. He never held anybody's hand, but now he craved for that touch.

She understood him, she too desired to be his desire, desired to be his love, his heartbeat.

His wait was over, the day came for him like his love did. He touched her, and it seemed like, holding her hand for life and forever and ever. She was warm, soft, sweet and loving.

The moment was shining brilliantly, she as pure as fire and he as strong as ice, finally met each other. The destiny made them for each other.

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My friend Yuvva (silly :*), (http://uv-yura.blogspot.com/), emailed this post to me as Version#3 of "Provocative"- my previous post....I'm so glad she did this...

And the main inspiration behind this seems to be a touch..."i was inspired after reading this and that, watching this and that... but the main inspiration was the moment you held my hands. ... and the warmth which i felt...", in her own words  :)

Yup, Yuvva you were right...College does seem to be good for at least one thing, huh?;)

Finding inspiration....that too in strange moments :))  

Thanks a tonne angel...:*