Undone

And I found you, in my mirror
you had left your shadow here
right behind, in me

The traces of the corners of your smile
the touch, the kiss, all this while
just sum up your existance in me.

You are still very alive within
no more can I pretend
I confess
I am not me without you.

And the day turned dark
the sun sighed once but last
leaving me to face
a bleak empty sky

My soul screamed for
a thin streak of hope,
for your hand to caress mine
but all was left here
were the beach, the waves
and a lost footprint on the sand.

Sony W550i

Me proud owner of this phone! A gift from Dad.
Boasts of 256mb space
Walkman
Camera 1.3Mpx 256 colours
Blue tooth!
Though feels quite complicated after my nokia 3310 :)

Happy Birthday Me

Another year gone past *sigh*
I'm happy now. Cant think of anything to write down.
Just happy :)

What me wierd?

"You must post a blog with six weird facts or habits about yourself.
At the bottom, name the six people you will tag next.
Leave them a comment to let them know they've been tagged and to read your blog"

And I have been tagged by illusion. Now mind you, I am just an ordinary gal here, who does normal things everyday. So there is nothing extraordinary when I say..

When I wake up everyday morning, I prefer silence. That means No TV. No blaring music. No unwanted talking. Till I finish my first tea and my daily newspaper reads. Cos this is the time I schedule my day. I hate it when this silence gets disrupted and when it does, I am pretty much upset/restless the rest of the day.

I am not very particular about washing my face, but my nose has to be very clean. Infact, if its shiny, I am happy.

I dream everyday, wake up to remember each one of them. Sometimes I do get up in the night and sleep back, only to notice that the dream continues on its journey. Sort of a megaserial.

Its not that I hate spending time with friends, but I am perfectly happy alone. Doing what I do! Pampering me :) And sometimes I can just sit still and do nothing for hours.

Most of my dreams, are pretty realistic. If I did not finish a conversation/chat with someone, I'd probably have finished it in the dream, and wake up wondering whether I talked to them or not. It was funny when it first happened, but not anymore. Cos, I had already finished this tag yesterday, but did not see it in the blog, when I woke up today morning.
Which is also why I dont see horror flicks. I know I will see them again.

I do karoke all the time. And dance my dance when I am alone. I do bharathanatyam, combine it with rock, jazz and salsa. I have learnt none. So you can imagine the amount of entertainment I provide my neighbours. Hmm..Maybe I could fine them.. A thought.
And I always sing when I ride my bike.

I hate to wear too many stuffs when I go to sleep. So the minimalistics it is. And I find it wierd when people go to sleep with their earrings on. Doesn't it prick?

My turn-on's in a guy- Muscles? Nah. Height? Nah? Brains.. well that comes later.
The first thing to attract moi, is clean feat. Especially toe-nails, to the very last little one. Cleaner the better! Yumm! So if you got clean nails, well, you got me! And sometimes, it gets difficult to see them when they wear shoes n all, those times, well I wait for the brains to speak.

Now, I'd find it awkward if somebody doesnt agree with me on these lines. What me wierd? Nah.

And I tag the other purrfectly normal people,
Pristy (Babe! Me waitings to see what you got up ur sleeve)
Suderman (Neighbourhood hero, I'm sure you've got lots to share!)
1Dollarsaint (He He! Gotcha)
Vibha (Wake uuup!)
Camphor (If you've not already done it..)
Monk (Now, this is work for your other blog)

Oh, for an unblemished love

Isnt it the ultimate satisfaction when u see the person that u like so much happy?

You plan a perfectly planned out date only to end up doing the craziest stuffs. And it gives you a childish delight, when both of you steal a moment to kiss, to touch or even just to look at each other, in a crowded room when nobody is looking. Sharing a secret codeword that makes you blush everytime you utter it alone.

The thought of trying to them give the world, not just the world but the best things from the world and make it exclusive for that person and look from a corner of the large room called life, to see them laughing, that would bring tears to you and when you look at them and they are jabbering away, it doesnt make sense anyways but it still doesnt matter as long as..

And sometimes, it doesnt matter even if that person gets along with another person, and you are just fine with it because, its just the way it is.

And when you grab their hands and run into the hills and then stop, gasping for air, grasping that moment to long.. and when you smile to yourself thinking about all these things, one rainy afternoon.. a sense of satisfaction engulfs you.

yeh pal hai wahi
jisme hai chupi
poori ik sadi saari zindagi..

And when you are sitting with them and you share the silence.. probably the best conversation you've ever had.

Where is love?
Pure and simple?
A word, easily leashed out, rarely meant.

Of waiting, Of joy of seeing your lover after a long time, Of trying to converse and choking on words, Of blue inland letters and stamps and black ink, Of trying to read those very letters in dark corners?

Where is romance in smses and chat sessions and speed?

If love was unity of souls, what is marriage?
Why does marriage have to exist, when love does? Isnt that binding, controlling and restrictive? Doesnt marriages take place to mean, that you dont trust the other person to stay with you forever? If you do trust, then why marry? Isnt that branding the sheep as yours?
How can a marriage instill trust?

Where is love?
In its true form, unconditional?

Checkmate

Life

a big game
every pawn we move,
we step away from home
we struggle to cross
the thresholds of blacks and whites
standing steady bearing fights.
Then we reach our destiny,
at last,
after much loss than gain,
we think
was it really worth the trouble?