The Window

Racing down the corridor

Of lost and found love,

The portraits hanging obscurely

Looking down their noses,

For a glimmer of a scene

Lost in the eclipse of time.

A departed sigh

Channeled in its wake,

The chance at serenity

Hanging by a torn thread,

Time held within a gaze

A voice of echoing reason.

Three Months, and how!

Time flies, but for one it soared.

Resonating, at the yester months

I stagger in the awake of what’s

Going to unfold in the depths

Of its unanimous accord.

Stumbling through my endless memories

Of the times gone past

In a jiffy-mode, with the vengeance

It now holds in its hands,

It makes one take notice.

Sitting beside me on a bench

I plunder through the pages

Of a book, still unwritten

Its author, telling her story

Through the thoughts in array.

Reaching for a moment

Not lost in this endless mind

Where we became as One

Promises, Vows, Bonds, Sacred Words

I vouch to uphold You.

You.

 

I sit here and dream,

Dream about the time

Not in the distant future

Do I see my smile?

Smile at the glee

That is you.

Have you ever heard the

Right words said to you

“You complete me.”

As cheesy as it may sound,

I know, it to be true.

What I may try,

May sound less than necessary,

But, there I see in the distance

Your arms open,

Awaiting me to fill in the gap.

Chunky Drama

Drama, they shout.

I reply with a shrug.

How about a dance, I wonder

Would they buy the guile?

I stare at my stoned ring

It seems to hold the reflection

A mirage of a world lost

In its vibrant hue.

My anklet silver twinkles

Winking at my escapades

Sketched by my dreams

Glittering in its stories.

The magnificence of my necklace

Brings in its brilliance

The simple lines of joy

Entwining the element of life.

All these elements ropes in

My drama, be it in life itself.

Say It

You say..

You are a wanderer

You are a gypsy

You are a nomad

Yet you are still here

Looking into the mirror

At the same place

At the same spot

Trying to define “Who you are.”

Yes.

Pie in the Sky

Awakened from my reverie
I look to my right
To see if he would still be
Lying next to me.
To my surprise he was up and about.
The calendar and time did not add up.
It was a Sunday.
Not a good day for fishing.
Bread and marmalade on my mind,
I arise with my eyes still closed 

Rummaging through the room

I stumble upon the door.

Red Velvet cupcakes, was what I dreamt about

Summing up the courage to bake,

I look for the pots and pans.

Wait. No ingredients winked at me

From the cupboards..

Shopping lists and trips had been shunned.

Sigh.  Out goes the plan.

The ringing doorbell broke my trance.

The smell of baked delights hit me,

Square on the stomach.

Lo & behold, there he stood with Cupcakes.

Kissing me, he smiles, holds out the treasure

“Happy anniversary” he confirms.

Stumped for words, I murmur, “U remembered?”

“To save myself the torture.” He mumbled quietly.

I laugh, look up to his eyes with glee,

Snatching the cakes, I start to run.

Chased and caught, he holds me tight and laughs.

His turn to torture my poor soul and pang.

Winking, he holds out his hand and whispers,

“Love me forever.”

I nod, I accept his hand, and laugh out loud.

“You are the best dream in real life”.

Thee Heart

So, finally the news is out! Its time for all to know, I guess, on this public platform. What is there to hide anyway? Soon, all is going to know.. Gosh numerous usage of the word “know”.. Out with it. I am going to get hitched soon. Yey! I can say for sure, as the family “the khandan” has been informed.

Took a lot of effort (read: guts).. actually alcohol would have done the trick. Well, imagine my folks sight if they were to watch me stagger and reveal my “plan for the future” with my boyfriend of 1 year! I wouldn’t have gotten past the threshold. The threshold would have become a full stop.. literally speaking. The silence in the room could have been sliced with a blunt knife. But, heart of heart, I knew my folks wouldn’t disappoint me. They were happy for me and accepted my decision. There were a lot of talk.. which would probably sound dull to your ear. But, to summarize, it went off quite well.

Well, the hard part was done.. but the extended family still needed to be informed. This part was easier said than done.. actually my folks did the “talking”. They revealed all. Some took it well, mostly.. but there were a few who were disappointed. Concerned for my folks, I just sat in the sidelines and behaved like a “good” daughter. I needed their blessings and I still do.

Neehal (my boyfriend-soon-to-be-fiance-soon to-be-husband *snap*) and I were ecstatic. This was not something you can sit down and plan. You never know how the reactions could turn out! It could be compared to bungee jumping.. being swung from a bridge, suspended in mid-air, with a rope attached to your ankles, swinging, breathless, scared-shitless.. But, at the end of the day or night, we were happy. No more hiding, no more sneaking around, no more secrets.. (actually keeping some in our pockets for old times-sake for thrills).

Now, comes the planning.. the wedding and marriage. Not the same thing, is it! Gosh, I can already feel my hair greying more. But, I cant wait to get started, already.. This.. this is what I was waiting for all along. And, boy, can I feel the excitement kicking in.. eeeeekkkkkssssssss..

Hopes, wishes, dreams, all hung up in the air to be breathed in..

Go Wading

Endless horizon, a single colour,

Holding your gaze

Look out and see the bounty unfold.

All around you will view

The profound effect

Swimming in its own shape

Taking the waves as it flows.

Countless forms of silhouettes

Dancing in abandonment

Amongst nature’s splendor.

You look to conquer the fear

Alas, it’s too soon to rejoice

In your false victory.

As you drown

In your own made-up fate

You will be filled with blue.

The Colour Green

I know thou art present

But, I would love to make you flee
Into the unknown, for me not to

Find you ever again.

I beg of you to leave. Sigh.

But, as I turn around, I swallow,

I see you within an arm’s distance

Though I wish you were a continent apart.

I sneeze, I cough, I stagger,

I try to shake you off,

But, you constantly haunt me

Like a love song ready to be sung

At the lips of a true lover.

Leave. Let me be, I shout.

But, it’s heard at a deaf’s ear.

Alas, I have lost all my patience.

The only thing left is to kiss it.

A death’s kiss, they say.

I Heart Chocolate!

Right. It’s been a long enough sabbatical that I have had. I have cheated myself by not jotting down my thoughts in time. You know what they say about time.. Once lost, blah blah blah.. Seems much like our weight, except that it only keeps adding and not subtracting. What would I not give for more self control.. Ah! The world (including me) would be a better place. Think about it.. No greed.

Enough said about “World Peace”.. (Just felt like I attended a training on “How to answer like a Beauty Queen”).. It’s time to get down and dirty (okie, that didn't come out right). My topic for today is Chocolate. The less said the better.. Actually you might put all your energy on eating, devouring, feasting, gobble, relish, etc. etc. etc. You get the drift.
 

I am yet to come across a person who has stated that they “hate” the brown stuff. Being lacto-intolerant doesn’t count. These poor individuals are truly missing out on the true essence of our existence. All I would suggest is to be good in this life, as this could be deciding factor for your after life or re-birth.
 

I am glad for the person who has taken all the effort to help towards the evolution of Chocolate. I just wish I had lived among the Aztecs. Be it any century or civilization or race, Chocolates seems to be in constant existence. I can write the whole bit of Chocolate’s history, but then that would make you lazy. You need to take the interest in reading and researching about something that you love. Actually, I am just being clever here, making you read rather than me typing it.
 

I could write on and on and on for ages for this current topic. But, I rather not. Would like to channelize all my energy towards eating, devouring, feasting, gobble, relish, etc. etc. etc.
 

So, people, instead of reading it time to take action. Run! Walk! Jog! Towards CHOCOLATE. *yum*

Cold Vengeance

Did I hold his gaze?

He walked towards me with a purpose

Ambling between the tables and chairs

Did the crowd not see him stalking towards me?

Should I control my fingers holding the glass

Any more pressure, and I am sure

It would crackle with my own blood

Washing away the pieces lingering in the air.

The game had been playing for a while.

The spectators unaware of this illusion.

The effort it took, made me swirl

Drowning in my own set trap.

Could I stand through his prowling

Awaiting his descent to my world

Finding the courage to hold his gaze

I need him closer to make my move.

Witnessing his walk, the minutes ticking fast

Surging ahead in time with caution

Lifting my bloody hand to pull the trigger

Watching the bullet slipping from its niche.

There he lay in his vice.

Caught in his own well-laid trap

I had my revenge at last.

None would live, who took my life.