Yes it need not be complicated. Nor as entangled.
Thank You. I loved how You showed it to me.
And how You are trying to compile my resolution list.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Foolish Youth
Running through wheat fields
Pedalling under sloping trees
Arms spread out
Circling with wild glee.
Monsoon rains
The first so sweet
As swinging bodies
Looped arms meet
Countryside spotted cows
And terraced vineyards
This silence
Your calloused hands in my palms
How long have they danced
These eyes so young
As they traced countless stars
Under the bright yellow sun
Someday,
There shall be one
To make this fairytale true
The 'Forever' song sung.
Pedalling under sloping trees
Arms spread out
Circling with wild glee.
Monsoon rains
The first so sweet
As swinging bodies
Looped arms meet
Countryside spotted cows
And terraced vineyards
This silence
Your calloused hands in my palms
How long have they danced
These eyes so young
As they traced countless stars
Under the bright yellow sun
Someday,
There shall be one
To make this fairytale true
The 'Forever' song sung.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Swim against the tide for once. It is not as easy as sinking in. Surely another life is worth the fight? For how many await their whole lives and die without even a mere glance from Fate and Good Fortune.
Your chances have been laid on gold platters time and again. But this may very well be the last one out there. So swim this once before it is pulled out of sight.
Your reward awaits you on the shore.
Your chances have been laid on gold platters time and again. But this may very well be the last one out there. So swim this once before it is pulled out of sight.
Your reward awaits you on the shore.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Janmashtami present
I hope that you remain eternally happy with your Beloved.
I've never been good with goodbyes. I get that from you.
That and the auburn locks.
You'll always be missed. But I hope to remember you with less pain.
Happy Birthday
I've never been good with goodbyes. I get that from you.
That and the auburn locks.
You'll always be missed. But I hope to remember you with less pain.
Happy Birthday
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
S-peachy
I'd like to thank the Innernet, Lhr, MSN, Visa, Vaio, Wi-fi, DSL, Kleenex. I can't forget my advisory board: See see, RP, AJ, Ellie this wasn't possible without you.
And of course it goes without saying: Mummy Papa. You may not know this as yet but really this wouldn't have been possible without your bank account.
I love you all! *draws hearts*
And of course it goes without saying: Mummy Papa. You may not know this as yet but really this wouldn't have been possible without your bank account.
I love you all! *draws hearts*
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Of despair and disrepair.
I write not of that house.
Of red terracotta tiles and black iron bars. Of 10 bedrooms and a library. Of two swings and a mango tree. Of 4 loyal dogs and a lawn. Of chhui muui and a lily pond.
I write not for I fear. I fear these anxieties once brought alive. Shall seal the fate of that house.
And yours with it.
Of red terracotta tiles and black iron bars. Of 10 bedrooms and a library. Of two swings and a mango tree. Of 4 loyal dogs and a lawn. Of chhui muui and a lily pond.
I write not for I fear. I fear these anxieties once brought alive. Shall seal the fate of that house.
And yours with it.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Write to me the missing line. Someday?
" Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head, I don't know what to think "
Friday, January 09, 2009
The skies over a fog invested island have become dotted with pink snorts.
And if you follow the placid river. Past the towering bridge and the glittering loot. Past where the tin man now sits in spray-can copper. Past where the wigs are flung in arguments. Where the river slims. You shall see.
You shall see. That her feet have finally grown wings.
And if you follow the placid river. Past the towering bridge and the glittering loot. Past where the tin man now sits in spray-can copper. Past where the wigs are flung in arguments. Where the river slims. You shall see.
You shall see. That her feet have finally grown wings.
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