The Ugly Truth...

Don't give me a choice

Give me a reason to stay

'Cause I'll make the same mistake, again.

The Red In My Hair...

The day we became men and women, we locked the kid inside us and hid the key from us, we threw away our innocence and we covered wonder with a seriousness that we believed was befitting of age. We didn't see anymore, we looked, for what we already knew. We took aid of our shiny new glasses, with diamonds and titanium, but we still missed the truth. We heard like fast-dry programmed in our washing machines. We laughed like we cut our meat. The skies didn't turn bluer or the flower rosier when they heard us laugh, they looked at us with confusion and with fear. We painted our faces black and red so we could slip in the dark and leave by the back door, we forgot to remove the paint. We talked in hushed voices, one spoon sugar, one tablespoon salt, a pinch of spice, a sprinkling of rosemary, we followed the recipe, we forgot what it meant to experiment. And we kissed like rituals, we forgot a kiss was meant to be a journey to discovering hidden wonders...we instead took the fastest train and got down at our station, a ticket in our hand and a map for the next one.Our love prosaic and our spirits like the cocktails they serve on a Thursday night, watered down and cheap. Our friendships were like transactions, and oh yes, we kept a separate drawer for the receipts, we were such good accountants. We dreamt like the wallpapers on our walls and we lived our lives like the algorithms we wrote. And the one thing that grew in our life were our fears, like hound dogs they never lost the sight of us. Chase, catch and kill the game.

The day we became men and women we handed the reins of our lives to society and we erased the memory of the time when we lived, truly, for ourselves. We became what we always feared and when someone asked us, we said with a shrug, "Oh it's not so bad after all". 

Entanglement...

Create some magic today. 

Straps&Strings...

The only thing I love about Valentine's day is the awesome discount on sexy lingerie! :)

Relax...

Bad things are going to happen.

Your tomatoes will grow a fungus

and your cat will get run over.

Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream

melting in the car and throw

your blue cashmere sweater in the drier.

Your husband will sleep

with a girl your daughter’s age, her breasts spilling

out of her blouse. Or your wife

will remember she’s a lesbian

and leave you for the woman next door. The other cat—

the one you never really liked—will contract a disease

that requires you to pry open its feverish mouth

every four hours, for a month.

Your parents will die.

No matter how many vitamins you take,

how much Pilates, you’ll lose your keys,

your hair and your memory. If your daughter

doesn’t plug her heart

into every live socket she passes,

you’ll come home to find your son has emptied

your refrigerator, dragged it to the curb,

and called the used appliance store for a pick up—drug money.

There’s a Buddhist story of a woman chased by a tiger.

When she comes to a cliff, she sees a sturdy vine

and climbs halfway down. But there’s also a tiger below.

And two mice—one white, one black—scurry out

and begin to gnaw at the vine. At this point

she notices a wild strawberry growing from a crevice.

She looks up, down, at the mice.

Then she eats the strawberry.

So here’s the view, the breeze, the pulse

in your throat. Your wallet will be stolen, you’ll get fat,

slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel

and crack your hip. You’ll be lonely.

Oh taste how sweet and tart

the red juice is, how the tiny seeds

crunch between your teeth.

- Ellen Bass

Bless The Broken Road...

A failed relationship...a mistake...being shunned by someone you love...death of a friendship...that feeling of loss...of helplessness...powerlessness...of wanting to reach out to someone but not being able to...of not knowing what to do or feel...that desperate wish of wanting to turn back time...what would you not give for that? I could sell my soul for it, that bad.

It's worse than the Chinese water torture some say, being in a place where the only thing you can feel is your skin being peeled from your body, the only sound you can hear is your soul screaming.

It's like being caged and at the same time watching yourself being seared to death..slowly but painfully.

Is there anything you can do? Well, let me tell you there's no saviour. You can't cut the bars, you can fight the hurt and you definitely can not turn back time or fast forward to a happier time....you have to go through it.

You have to watch yourself die and only then, can you find your escape.


*****


I set out on a narrow way, many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Yes He did

I think about the years I spent, just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost, and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there, you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

But now I'm just rolling home into my lover's arms
This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Adat...

Khwaabon ke lifaafon mein
Kisso mein kitaabon mein
Fursaton ki baaton mein
Arson se khayalon mein
Thodi khoyi hui
Kab se soyi hui
Woh aadat hai voh

Karwaton ki baahon mein
Silwaton ki raahon mein
Sehmi sehmi saanson mein
Surmayi si baaton mein
Zid si chhoote nahin
Mujhse roothe nahin
Woh aadat hai voh

Intezaaron mein rahoon
Umar bhar main toh rukoon
Dil ko kaise doon sukoon
Uss se main ye keh sakoon
Yun zubaan pe chadhi
Mehngi jo hai padhi
Woh aadat hai voh