Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
If I were to be truly loved...
I would like to be turned into poetry
With cadence, lyricism, a lilt
A poetry the burns the soul, fires up your passion
That leaves you gasping for breath
If you try to read it out loud
That makes you think
“Oh! This is exactly what I feel..”
I would like to be turned into a fairy tale
Where I'll take the proffered poisoned apple
And confidently wait for a happy ending.,
that leaves you smiling
at its childish naivete
That makes you say
There is a silver lining in everything
I would like to be turned into a love letter
An outpouring of the unreasonable heart, holding nothing back
That is silly, immature but true to feelings
That reminds you of the ebb and flow of those first moments
That you secretly preserve - to read over and over again
That makes you wish
That you were the thought behind those words
I would like to be turned into a symphony
To be played, hummed, experienced
That rises into a crescendo
And you feel your heart erratically beating to its tune
As you close your eyes and surrender to its rhythm
That makes you dance
In some frenzied, endless harmony
I would like to be the graffiti on the wall
The loud, bold lines
The spray of colour, of chaos
That breaks the monotony of a dull city wall
The beautiful side of a rebellion
That makes your fingers itch
To leave your mark on the world
But I haven’t found a writer who can read between the lines
Take my garbled jumbled self
And make sense out of my words
I haven’t found someone who can make music
Who can take the jarring sounds in my head
And put it in order – a melody
So I remain
Just a cacophony of unsaid words
A staid, stoic prose with a predictable ending
That will burn itself out
And the page will be turned...
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
So you can't let the smaller stuff get you down. It's just not an option. At least not to me.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Dreams cant be chased. You can either do one of two things. Try and con yourself into thinking that your reality comes as close to them as possible. Or get yourself a whole new set of dreams depending on where life takes you. When it comes to your desires, the term "the thrill of the chase" is wholly over-rated.
Take for instance my tryst with apartment hunting. I have been searching for well over 8 months and just yesterday I thought my search had come to an end. I found something that was perfect. Lots of space, light, perfectly done up with all the amenities one could wish for - and the best part, well within the price range. It was love at first sight. And I was all ready to sign on the dotted line. Sadly, the apartment owner didn't seem to agree. We were informed that we couldn't get the place. Reason? We were non-vegetarian. I was non-plussed. What had that to do with anything? He didn't even live in this city! And I ate chicken and mutton for god's sake. Not like I indulged in cannibalism! I lost out on a dream home just 'coz someone doesn't agree with my diet plans!
When I was younger and single the lists for not getting a place were different. "We give it out only to families", "We can't have young single girls living in our house"...like young, single girls were all waiting to kickstart a roaring no-holds-barred orgy the moment they got a place to live. Once I got married I thought I had the problem licked. But yesterday's conversation proved me wrong.
Which kind of brought to mind this thought that I had had earlier.
Apartment hunting, in a way, is kind of like hunting for your soulmate. You set out in search of the perfect match. Each time you go to check out a prospect you have butterflies. 'Is this the one?'...and you pray it is (coz let's face it, this endless hunt can get quite tedious)..but each time something goes wrong...teeny tiny things that you could try and compromise on...but you know will only turn into a nagging annoyance later on...and you cant have that for what might end up being a lifelong commitment.
When you finally finally think you've hit jackpot you still have to contend with the opinion of others - whether they think its good for you and or whether you should wait around for something better. You stick to your guns. Coz you're in love. Till you realise that's not enough. It never is. It's not love you need. It's luck and a certain amount of skill. To land your dream job. Hold on to your perfect man. And get that perfect apartment.
Else some self-righteous b*&% in high heels and red nail polish will clickity clack away with your man. And your perfect home will go to that annoyingly smug vegetarian. Kapish?