|I'm proud to be an Indian. My passion is socializing, reading novels, photography & scribbling poems, apart from watching movies & listening music.|
In the embrace that you gave me,
I felt my busy jungle deforest..
In the kiss of your lips and mine,
I feel more intoxicated than the wine..
In the heat of the fleeting momentary activity
I understand that our underlying audacity was based on love
Despite making me understand all this,
I feel a despair every time you choose work over spending time with me..
"The end was near. Everyone knew. But it wasn't easily discussed. As he was laying in bed, everyone silently stood around...."
Wondering why the doctor was sleeping in his clinic bed even though it was already time for him to get back to duty after his power nap and who was going to wake the angry doctor up!
I had this sudden idea that originated in my mind a few weeks ago. I don't completely comprehend from where it got its base. I just knew I had to express the world what I thought. I wanted to know how the stay at home people are just like a paper bird. Never willing to fly, never able to soar. They spend most of their life in expressing the love they have in the small things that they do everyday. Like a rose carrying human without another in the picture.
So, what if we were able to make the paper bird fly using our imagination? What if people at home could look to managing their house as a career? I have made such an expression at https://bahousewife.wordpress.com/home
Kindly let me know ...
Beauty to me means "time". It's always there, but hidden. Time has to be found to make people feel special. That is beauty.
Time has to shared with people before they leave us for good. That leaves us wonderful memories.
That is beauty.
Time of the past gives experience, time of the future gives hope, time of the present gives the path to hope built on wisdom of experiences.
That is beauty.
A woman in labour delivers a baby and fills her family with uncontrollable joy. That time is beauty.
Finding the love of the life and starting a life with one's love needs patience (time).
That is beauty.
If you lose anything; you can get a substitute for it, even though it is definitely not original....
While most of these classics tell a tale of a woman (usually a princess) awaiting a man (usually a prince) [what about commoners in those tales I wonder!!], this movie - tale beautifully stands out emphasizing that a man should also need to earn a woman's love.
What adds to this tale is another distinction: the girl is interested in books; not looks. Correct me if I am mistaken when I say I have never seen nor heard a heroine who shows interest in books.
When a woman is depicted to be intellectually inclined and is ready to rescue a man [from being a beast], this is a strong social message for gender equality.
Finally, when it could have been any flower, the capsule ...
Going to attend this timeless classic - opening night today at Agua Fria!!
Can't wait! :D
"You don't lose hope, love. If you do, you lose everything." - Mrs. Potts, BATB
Logical or lovable?
Three-fourths of a tablespoon,
And yet I look for the taste too,
Look at the price tag for the value,
And yet I gape at the color for match,
Travel to places for deals,
And yet I gather the enjoyment behind wheels,
I see the clock for current time,
And yet focus on making memories,
I write notes & study up regularly,
And yet I can find myself focusing on fun,
So, how am I to identify myself now?
A girl trapped in a woman's body?
Or an artist trapped inside an analyst?
We are like salt and pepper.
I'm the pepper; and
You're the salt.
All saw us as a gifted couple.
But, my best friends knew..
You are needed every day.
I am just needed to spice up stuff.
We are salt and pepper.
You, the toffee and me, the wrapper.
When the artist is thinking,
Will I need to think about what is the next creation?
Or what makes the artist think about the next creation?
Wondering about the art - Indirectly;
Wondering about the artist..
Seems like cheating one with another.
It was one night,
A small; silly fight,
A queen sized double bed,
We each lay on own side.
I drew a line between us,
Said we must not cross it.
You said let's see how long,
You dare not lose this bet.
Maybe a second more,
Maybe a minute more,
I found myself crushing your hand,
You brought be in you and kissed my head..
My dear husband!
An unspoken promise we made,
To not let us fight beyond,
The bed and pillows of the same night,
Regardless of who was right.
That night I fell in love with you,
Completely and irrevocably, my muse.
We met for a reason,
You married me.
We started no passion,
'Twas time and you left me.
I wait my chance to devour you,
To run my lips and tongue all over you.
The minutes and seconds we had,
Are the only things that console me,
Your memories and kisses are the only ones,
That keeps our bed with warmth.
Sleep-deprived, I think of nothing but you,
So much impact how did you impart in days so few?!
Counting the days till I get the flight seat,
That will land me & help hear your heart beat.
I was walking straight,
I was talking right,
I never backed down in a fight,
I didn't agree that I should be a man's right!
His coming made me fall,
His presence made be blabber,
I suddenly didn't wish to fight,
I wanted to be this man's only plight.
I have fallen in love,
A happy, peaceful cove.
In the arms of my husband,
I, willfully, forever am bound.
Under the stage set with flowers,
Blooms a relation with no fragrance.
Slowly consuming my heart since our eyes first met,
Making my heart beat fastest,
You claim me amidst people,
Some known, some new to me,
Ease my nerves that you know jiggle,
Promise, forever mine - you will be.
I saw no flash from the cameras,
I heard no chanting of sacred mantras,
I felt no heat from the holy fire before us,
Do you know what I felt?
The moment your hand touched my hand,
I felt my heart get an happy squeeze,
I suddenly understood being at peace.
That is when I fell in love with you.
All over again, full & true.
We never touched beyond decency,
We never wandered beyond home,
We never pushed one towards the other,
Yet a bond has begun.
A bond that gives us wings to fly,
In the infinite sky.
The bond of love has begun.
The bond that we voluntarily fell into.
Thanks hubby, for bonding me with love and nothing else.
My cooking wasn't perfect.
My cooking wasn't what his mom made.
My cooking was just how I made it,
but it was my preparation nevertheless.
He didn't deny the difference,
He didn't have qualms about the change,
He ate it like how he eats his mom's.
I fell completely in love with my husband.
Oh you kindless male!
Begone from my memories.
I will not make you immortal:
either by remembering you
or by writing about you.
My letters are my own.
Not because he hurt her with words..
But because he never heeded her silence!
The best irony I had was in realizing that; the more a person was educated, the more complicated it was to be simple and the purpose of education was to make life simpler!
உப்பும் காரமும் போல்;
இருவரும் ஒன்றாக கலந்து;
சிறு புளிப்பும், உவற்பும் சேர்த்து;
இம்மி அளவு கசப்புடன்;
சூடான சமையல் போல்;
காலையில் கவிதை கேட்காதே,
It's been a different week. I am not used to leaving work at 3pm, but that day things were different. I reached home drenched in water wading them for about an hour. Incessant rain was pouring overhead that created visibility hindrance. Rain in Chennai!!
For 3 days consecutively there was no transportation, communication or electricity from power station. All was doom and gloomy as per media reports. Floods all around. Lots of loss.
It made me wonder what is the positive outlook to follow when all is lost for few and few have been lost forever.. When many help each other and some just yell at one another.
Finally it hit me. Nippon was destroyed to build Japan. Madras is suffering to esta...