Takes but a drop of outward thought –
In a bit to comprehend the simplicity of such a soul.
Those notes still ring;
The voice that made me feel at home.
Bosom friendship from a soul so great,
Naughty winks from the eyes of depth,
Witty smirks in as a way to cheer –
I have seen them all and have no despair.
Continue reading You Had A Hand On Me
Deserted myself; blew up into the smoke,
Drowned in liquor; walked out of all ties,
Tied to posts and hung from the cliff;
Gasped for drown; vomited dragon.
Made more alone; walked out of body,
Flew off the ground; hit the clouds,
Blasted through the mountains,
Burnt into ashes; destroyed in oblivion.
Continue reading Crossover To The Adversary
I apologise for being a plebeian, but I am putting these thoughts just for “evolutionary” reasons. (Please don’t ask me to exemplify!)
Someone asked me what is the fundamental difference between being in ‘Love’ and having a ‘Crush’.
- You have a crush on someone with whom you would like to have your lunch. But you love someone… whom you are happy to see having lunch.
- You have a crush on someone with whom you would like to sleep. But you love someone whom you would like to see peacefully sleeping.
- You have a crush on someone for whom you stay hungry until that person eats. But you love someone for whom you yourself eat on time so that the other person doesn’t feel bad.
Some definitions are not that easily applicable to all… however, these what I myself defined (for myself) makes me ponder about that song “Have You Ever Loved a Woman” by Bryan Adams.
At a young age it is tough to differentiate between these two feelings and the result is always on an unhappy note. However, it is very true that even at later age this difference remains obscure to many.
As for me, I am a thirty-two year old spinster, living alone in my eleventh floor apartment. And if you too think that I need a physical fitness program, let me tell you that I get enough by beating around the bush, by jumping to conclusions, by going round in circles and by running down my boss! Who wants more? Continue reading Too Lucky To Be Yours
The peals of laughter seems so spiteful
With its sympathetic touch,
It is really frightful.
Everything in life is cursed.
But cursed be life
For the birth of such superfluous emotions,
Full of redemptions,
Spanning beyond the reach
Of the tattered and the scattered
Grains of torrential curse.
Continue reading The Perplexed Choice
You feel the tender should,
But it does not when it could.
You plan its wean route,
It moves not in refute.
Peeping through your own eyes,
The dream is of wisps of cloud.
With wrinkled skins,
Feels that things never work out.
Continue reading Another Step Back Ahead