When You Ruled My World...

You left me on the seashore, with foreign winds,
I was the queen of this now broken castle
And now I wait with just a sword in my hand, wait for your battleships
I fear we'd never have our battle
That you'd take my fight by leaving me in peace
By sailing in a different direction
You'd kill me by letting me live
That I would never be able to save my soul

Bye 2010...

Goodbye 2010. See you in 2011 now :)

The Night You Saved My Soul...

I have a wish for 2011. I hope I can have enough courage to express my emotions. To say exactly what I want to, to do exactly what I feel like, in "real life". Too much happiness is already lost for I was too scared to let me be. I was too scared to let the real me out. I wish I can find courage to be vulnerable. Courage enough to laugh, cry, hate and love, without restraint.

Whipped Cream...

I'd bake fancy cream cakes for us and we'd sit on the river bank on a checkered cloth, red and white checks, and I don't know what else we'd do, but maybe we'd read the latest cake recipes and we'd argue about the proportions. I like more butter in my cake. You'd talk about precision. Mmm...I'd like that, arguing with you. And we'd eat cake once the sun would rise high above our heads. And we'd spend the whole afternoon licking the cream off each other's fingers. And then when the sun would dip lower in the sky, maybe we'd take a swim in the river. No, maybe you should take a swim and I'll watch, watch the water flow over your body. Yes, I would like watching you very much. Maybe you could convince me to join you too, but only after I have watched you enough. Should we head back home now? I think I would be a bit tired after all. Oh yes, ginger tea would be just what I would need. And maybe we'd end the day by baking some more cakes. Yes, I think I would like that. It would be our perfect cake day.

Don't Go Changing...

Flying Beneath the Birds...

One drop of courage, that's it, and the story would have been different.

You're a fool. The biggest ever.

Love,
A

"The Yellow Sundress"

This just made my birthday special. Thank you Divya! :)
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To A, for her birthday, for 26 years of amazing existence and here is to more amazing moments in life! --Divya 

"The Yellow Sundress"

I met her through a common saint

we both know very well,

too small for 24 then, and still tiny for 26 now,

she spoke of wild roses and scottish highlands

and her love for shoes and men.

She writes the way she speaks

of imprinted emotions, engraved gestures,

strange ways of love and lovers,

the joy of flight, the struggle of fight

the chime of beautiful little dreams,

what I read was familiar,

what I felt was similar.

Is it possible that we might have

shared a common existence in

the yesteryears of fate and destiny?

Perhaps, tucked away in history’s archives,

we were friends, sisters, daughters or

deadly sins from the Holy Testament?

Our tales and battles

of heartbreak and struggles

of longing, lingering ambitions

Vulnerable children of heaven

Both strong, determined and women

of this century of modernity.

We’ve clashed like armies

in the battlefield of perspectives

yet I feel and I know you are the

sweetest product of serendipity

and if all words fail to describe

your essence and presence

in this world of utter chaos,

Your portrait in the museum of living will

be that of adorned tresses,

with lilies from the valley, a sweet scent

of frangipani emanating from the

nape of your neck, and I see you

immersed in your favourite book,

lost in the warmth of a cup of tea

and the stunning, brilliant vision of

sun rays entering your heart of hearts

and the whole wide world celebrating-You. 


For what you are and for what you will be.

And watching you- smile, radiantly,

with the the crown of joy

firmly on your head- in

what only you can wear best

- the yellow sundress.