cute!

"You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head"

Rod Stewart!

Make three wishes....

another beautiful excerpt from one of my fav books....

" You said, 'I love you and my love for you makes any other life a lie.' Can this be true, this simple obvious message, or am I like those shipwrecked mariners who seize an empty bottle and eagerly read out what isn't there? And yet you are there, here, sprung like a genie to ten times your natural size, towering over me, holding me in your arms like mountain sides. Your hair is blazing and you are saying, 'Make three wishes and they shall all come true. Make three hundred and I will honour every one.' "

Jeanette Winterson,
Written On the Body.

im loooooooooooooooooooooooooooosing you!

".....This is a blind kind of love
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing

I'm losing you
Whoa haaa, I'm losing you

Ain't love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing ?...."

The ONLY U2 song I adore!!! Its the sorta song that makes you want to break out into a Karan Johar movie-type song... suddenly jump and click your heels, or twirl around poles in happiness!! Or fling your arms in sheer exuberance and want to envelop the whole world in your embrace! Or do an extremely well choreographed little jig.
BASICALLY, this song makes me happy!!

Are you lonesome tonight?

Elvis Presley. I have never felt so completely touched by a person's voice ever before. In the middle of this song, its more of a monologue, and its been written so beautifully, anyone could fall in love with the person who's written them. (Or Presley for singing them like that!)

(Words & music: Roy Turk / Lou Handman)
"Are you lonesome tonight,do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?

Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

I wonder if you’re lonesome tonight
You know someone said that the world’s a stage
And each must play a part.
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange
And why I’ll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I’d rather go on hearing your lies
Than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and I’m standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you won’t come back to me
Then they can bring the curtain down.

Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?"


There is that something about those old hollywood romances. The proper-ness and the cliched-ness of it all. Its heart-breakingly sweet. There are few things better than an out-an-out romantic film/book/song. Something plain and simple, but so beautiful in its simplicity.
The Hero is always a Robert Redford, and the heroine is just the prettiest. He's all macho, and she's chiffon-and-ribbon frail . Its so perfect.

No wonder everyone loves Mills n Boons. Its just a bit of Paris in everyday life! It appeals to almost all uncycnical, romantic females because probably we all would want that Paris in our lives. But we're grounded, and the fountains of Veinna are reserved for a whirlwind trip of Europe (in 14 days!), so whats wrong with a li'l old fashioned romance, even if it is in a dog-eared paperback? It's so nice to put down a book with a huge grin on your face!

the nearness of you

"Distance is no obstacle to love. In the ocean depths blue whales send sonic serenades across thousands of sonar miles. When two hearts are apart, they are still indissolubly joined, just as "twin compasses are two" separated to trace out different circles yet never doubting they will be reunited. Love is so loyal that it does not need to be present to prove it. Love knows that moments of aloneness refresh and reinforce it; it passes the surest test "for a bond between two people :that each protects the solitude of the other."


Love- the feel good factor
Libby Williams.

By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept.

"If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful.
But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of feeling."


Yes, my mind was wandering. I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart- someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that I would lose him the next day. With that assurance, the time would pass slowly. We would be silent for a while because we'd know we had the rest of our lives together for a conversation. I wouldn't have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words.



"It's risky, falling in love."

"I know that," I answered. "I've been in love before. Its like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours.

"But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love."

"What a horrible way to put it,"he said.


By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept, Paulo Coelho.


Love, even its illusion has altered my choice of books. Or maybe I've just grown up.
I love this book, its been written in a Classic Paulo Coelho manner, and its just beautiful.

for as long as we both shall live..

Joe Fox: You know, sometimes I wonder...
Kathleen Kelly: What?
Joe: Well... if i hadn't been "Fox Books" and you hadn't been "The Shop Around the Corner," and you and I had just met...
Kathleen: I know.
Joe: Yeah, yeah. I would've asked for your number. And I wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling you up and saying, Hey, how about... oh, how about some coffee, or drinks, or dinner, or a movie... for as long as we both shall live?


I saw "You've got Mail" recently, again on a lazy Wednesday afternoon... and needless to say, since its pretty much my fav genre, I loved it again. But since this time I was a good 10 years older than what I was when i first saw it, it made sense (other than pretty pictures!)..

So, anyways, there was this scene in the movie, where Joe Fox and Kathleen Kelly, have put their bitter rivalry behind and have become friends, and have just spent a wonderful day in town, in the park...you know, the typical 'romantic comedy' day.... and she's to go to meet her 'net lover'.. the longing and chemistry between them is pretty evident (OF COURSE!!!)..
and then he says this

"Yeah, yeah. I would've asked for your number. And I wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling you up and saying, Hey, how about... oh, how about some coffee, or drinks, or dinner, or a movie... for as long as we both shall live? "

Its so romantic.. the way he says it, ' for as long as we both shall live?'.. that's the time i think she realises that he loves her (and he acknowledges it...) I love it more, because I agree with it... with the whole concept of 'forever'... or, for that matter, 'for as long as we both shall live'....

Because its uncertain, and difficult and scary, committing yourself to one person (even if life will turn out differently) is a huge thing to do. To love someone enough to want to be with them everyday, is a very big promise that you make. Not only to the party concerned, but also to yourself. I don't want to be judgemental and say "Once you make it, stick with it"... Falling out of love is more commonplace than falling in love. So, I guess its ok. (Infidelity is NOT!) What can you do if you're married to someone, and the love of your life walks into your life? Shouldn't love be more important than a marriage that has lost meaning. I know I write this from a ring-side view, but I do know, everyone has a right to have their perfect love. To live in their world of red construction paper hearts. Everyone deserves it. And so.

Weave

We spin dreams from the nothingness of our minds. We look at each other and laugh because we have come so far, and we shouldnt have. Nothing that has happened should have. This sort of happiness is absurd, isnt it? This sort of knowledge gets us nowhere. I can write a book on you, but I'd sit here protecting my heart, than would let you read.
Running from somewhere and headlong into stupidity. I wish we'd continue like this. I think I believe in forever, however absurd it is. You say, you dont weave your own traps. I wonder who weaves mine.
♥

Its funny how deep I am.

Written on the body...

"Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and
not heard,no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and
spills the liquid. It is no conversationalist love. It is a big game hunter and you are the game A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep changing? I call myself
Alice and play croquet with the flamingos. In wonderland everyone cheats and love is
wonderland, isn't it? Love makes the world go round. Love is blind. All you need is love. Nobody ever died of a broken heart, You'll get over it. It'll be different when we're married. Think of
the children Time's a great healer. Still waiting for Mr Right? Miss Right? and maybe all the
little Rights?
Its the cliches that cause the trouble. A precise emotion seeks a precise expression. If what I feel is not precise then should call I love? It is so terrifying, love, and all I can do is
shove is under a dump bin of pink cuddly toys and send myself a greeting card
saying"Congratulations on your Engagement". But I'm not engaged. I'm deeply distracted.I am desperately looking the other way so that love won't see me. I want the diluted version, the sloppy language, the insignificant gestures. The saggy armchair of cliches. It's all right, millions of bottoms have sat here before me. The springs are well worn, the fabric smelly and familiar. I don't have to be frightened, look. my grandma and grandad did it, now I will do it won't I, arms outstretched, not to hold you, just to keep my balance, sleepwalking to that armchair. How happy we will be. How happy everyone will be. And they all lived happily ever after. "


"You'll get over it..." It's the cliches that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is
to alter your life forever. You don't get over it, because 'it' is the person you loved.the pain
stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particular-ness of
someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape no one else can fit in. Why would I want them to ?
I've thought a lot about death recently, the finality of it, the argument ending in mid-air.
one of us hadn't finished, why did the other one go? And why without warning? even death after long illness is without warning. The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm. The troops broke through the window and snatched the body and the body is gone. The day before the Wednesday last, this time a year ago, you were here and now you're not. Why not? Death reduces us to the baffled logic of a small child. If yesterday why not today? And where are you?
Fragile creatures of a small blue planet, surrounded by light years of silent space. Do the dead
find peace beyond the rattle of the world? What peace is there for us whose best love cannot
return them even for a day? I raise my head to the door and think I will see you in the frame. I
know it is your voice in the corridor but when I run outside, the corridor is empty. There is
nothing I can do that will make any difference. The last word was yours.
The fluttering in the stomach goes away and the dull waking pain. Sometimes I think of you and
I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne.All the things we did. And if
anyone had said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shaft of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it."



"I miss you Louise. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out
of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed,
the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call. "





"I've hidden those words in the lining of my coat. I take them out like a jewel thief when no one's watching. They haven't faded. Nothing about you has faded. You are still the color of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror, it's not my own face I see. Your body is twice. Once you once me. Can I be sure which is which."

Excerpts from "Written On The Body" by Jeannette Winterson.

the person falling here is me...

"And now I tell you openly -
You have my heart so don't hurt me
You’re what I couldn't find
A totally amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
You're everything to me "

the cranberries

close to you

"Close To You"

"Why do birds suddenly appear
Everytime you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you...


Why do stars fall off from the sky
Everytime you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be,
Close to you...

On the day that you were born
The angels got together
They decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair
And put a starlight in your eyes so blue

That is why all the girls in town
Follow you, all around
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you...

Just like me, they long to be
Close to you....

Just like me, they long to be
Close to you....

Aah... Close to you.... "

the cranberries

feels

Love or Infatuation?

Love or Infatuation?
Infatuation is instant desire. It is one set of glands calling out to another. Love is friendship
that has caught fire. It takes root and it grows-one day at a time. Infatuation is marked by sense of insecurity.You are excited and eager, but not genuinely happy.there are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine closely. It might spoil the dream. Love is quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you- to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by his presence even when he is far away. Miles do not separate you.You want him nearer. But near or far, you know he is yours, and you can wait. Infatuation says "We must get married right away. I cant risk losing him".Love says "Be patient. Don't panic. Plan your future with confidence."Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement.If you are honest, you will admit it is difficult to be in one another's company unless you are sure it will end in intimacy. Love is the maturation of friendship. You must be friends before you can be lovers.
Infatuation lacks confidence. When he's away, you wonder if he's cheating. Sometimes you check.
Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. He feels that trust, and it makes him even more trustworthy.
Infatuation might lead you to do things that you'll regret later, but love never will.
Love is an upper. It makes you look up. It makes you think up. It makes you a better person than you were before.

Ann Landers,
From "Chicken Soup for the Romantic Soul.


This is undoubtedly my favourite piece of writing. I had to write it up and put it here! Lurve it!

Do Opposites Attract?

The other day, I was wondering if the proverbial opposites do attract. I asked, my esteemed and grown-up cousin, tht, well, since I am insane and weird, the guy that I hook up with, should be mad like me or sober and sensible. Accordingly to him , since opposites attract, the guy tht I shall end up with will be *hopefully* sober and sensible. Also, if he was half as mad as me, our kids would surely be demented. SO.

There is a sort of security when the person involved is so different from you. The fact tht you and them have very few common interests might be daunting but I dont think thats so much of a problem, coz all u need is love! I dont know, but I really like it, being sure that where you'll falter, he'll not. Being certain that he'll understand evn if he doesnt approve. And being sure, that the differences we have arent a hindrace, but they bolster us, make us wht we are, and thus lovable. I love being so different, we're wired so differently, we're great.


Though, I love the look on people's face when I do something characteristically mad, and "me."
I could grow old looking at the astonished at first, and then the amused expressions that everyone usually has! And, its just cute.



"We're like night and day - White and black
But what we have is a perfect match
When I say this - you say that
But love comes easy 'cause opposites attract"

A Perfect Match, A*teens!

CANDY STORE!!!

Coarse and rough, smooth as ever
I can hear your laughter, and I can imagine your smile,
just around the corner in a candy store in the sun,
there you'll be, in just a little while.

You are picking out our favourite pieces and
thinking of us now, I know you.
the red cars are crawling slowly,
I'm ready with a kiss to blow you.

You'll look up from the rainbow colors, and wave-
grin a cheeky grin when you see me in a purple coat.
then jam your hands in your pockets, and smile
when you see me crossing the whites on the zebra on the road.

and,


the Sun, ooh the Sun streams down upon you,
the candy's melted sticky I'm sure,sticky,
sitting on red park benches,reading the sky,
with your head in my lap, feed each other greedily.

and laughter, you laugh at every insane thing I say,
and shake violently,
maybe this madness is love.
maybe its the candy.

4 July 2007

sparkle me.

The other day I saw a re-run of Grey's Anatomy Season 2 finale, 'Losing My Religion'. And I actually wept. (I only ever wept while watching something was - 'I am Sam', 'Masoom', And one episode of 'FRIENDS'!!!) It was so, plainly poignant, desperate love. Izzy and Denny. I was so crushed to see him die. WHY!!! Being in love, the actual heady thing, must be a heavenly thing.

"Your eyes they always sparkle me with love ....."- the Buffseeds.

And after all that the world is coming to, I dont think the feeling of loverly suspension, of absolute bloody bliss would be rivalled by nothing. HELL, evn irrational li'l crushes are soo cute!! I may be a random teenager struggling with life, fitting in and standing out, but I dont think I'll ever be cynical enough to disregard something so H-U-G-E. I don't think Ill ever be otherwise inclined towards the love-drug!

Your eyes they always sparkle me with love.
(yeah, and brown-brown ones too! )