Random thoughts of a Mother I Wife I Daughter I Sister I Friend I Beloved I Gemini I Optimist I Survivor I Caring I Sensitive I Possessive I Curious I Talkative I Fun Loving I Dreamer I Critic I Loves Reading, Rain and Long Drives I Glued to Headphones I Passionate for Coffees and Chocolates I Wants to be a chef, a writer I A Girl I Simply and Inexplicably ME.
Thursday, 29 May 2014
Tuesday, 27 May 2014
... Unless It's Not A Call From Heart
“I swear…”
“No, am done with this. Do you know
how many times you said the same word to me?”
“Last time, please… I mean it.”
“I said NO.”
“What if, this time I am not wrong
and what I did, that was by my heart?”
“I have work. Will you leave me
alone?”
“Please, just give this a look, then
you can go to your work or you can blame me more.”
“For the last time. Don’t repeat
this.”
“Promise”
Giving the young lady a harsh look,
she turned to the door. And there stands her Dad and Mom, with flowers and singing
her “Happy Birthday.” Giving the young lady, who stands with a winked
expression, a teary smile she just ran to hug them.
“Maa, I promised you na, I won’t be
late to home unless it’s not a call from heart! Am sorry, I couldn’t think of
any other gift for you on your special day. Once again sorry maa and happy
birthday… and I promise…”
She hugged her daughter very close
and said, “… unless it’s not a call from heart.”
Friday, 23 May 2014
Middle
Beginnings are always Beautiful.
Ends Unknown.
Sometimes with a Smile
Or a Tear.
Middle, there lies Everything.
We have started. Quite a beautiful
beginning. There were a whole lot of smiles, introductions, meeting ups, realizations,
dreams and yes, it was beautiful.
Middle. The point where decisions
are made. Confusions. Uncertainty. Concern. Right. Wrong. And the only point
where we fought with ourselves.
End. The unknown, where we will meet
all the faces we met in the beginning. Some faces of happiness and some of sad.
Yet I can’t figure out, what expressions and emotions WE will be carrying!
“We are just in middle of the story,
But people remember beginnings and
ends.”
Wednesday, 21 May 2014
You & Me
Is it love, when you dream about growing old with someone?
Is it love, when your dreams are
full of one person?
Is it love, when that is the only
person whom you want to talk with?
Is it love, when you feels yourself
with some one?
Is it love, when you feels to write
about that special feeling?
Yes it is love.
Yet confused whether I can call it
love!
It has happened before
Feeling ease with someone
Being yourself
Dreaming about growing old
And, this time it’s quite
different!
There is a magical feel
Having common beats, likes, interests
They will make you close in no time.
Talking for hours on nothing and
everything
Without getting bored.
Understanding the other,
Respect for the individual
Love for the “US”.
Perfect.
Thursday, 8 May 2014
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