One for sorrow..

There are loads of birds nesting in the trees outside my windows. Typical city birds that nest in mango trees. Such as crows, pigeons, cuckoos, and parrots. I've seen them all come and chirp around in my window.
Today as I sat on my bed, looking out and as always, wondering about where I have reached, one lonely magpie hopped into my window.

How did that rhyme go? One for sorrow...

Talk about symbolism

but man, I loved yeah, I loved when I loved it was love it was love or at least, the closest I got

A very cute song I found while watching my favourite show.

Go here to see the song!

but man, I loved
yeah, I loved
when I loved
it was love
it was love
or at least, the closest I got


the elected

Twenty ONE! :O

Ten days ago, I turned twenty one
A quiet birthday, even though quite fun.
I hear, we wisen up with time
Apparently, we still don't learn how to rhyme!

guess whooo!

Yes!
I am back here!
after much experimentation which resulted in no DATES on my blog I decided to finally sort my poor blog out and came back to the url that felt like home ... all sunny and warm!

I was able to import the whole blog back WITH comments ! how awesome !

About A Boy

Almost always, all you need is an embrace. A hug to drown yourself in. A sea of arms and the gentle nuzzling of necks. The soft brush of bodies and the linking of fingers. A special quiet, a sacred place, a tender warm embrace.
Almost always, all you need is one person. One person to sink into heaven with. Run into their memories and twist and turn yourself into their mind. Imprint them on your heart. Merge into their sounds and sights. Know them and still learn everyday.Crash into them.

The sunny smile on your face, the honeyed twinkle of your eyes, your voice melting into my thoughts, the smell of you, the feel of your fingers stroking my neck. The joys I live for.

With the knowledge of what we have, the fear of losing it never subsides. Isn't it funny.

There are a hundred ways to say that you are my world. This is just one of those hundred. :)

the space between

the space between
your heart and mine 
is the space we'll fill with time... 


Dave Matthews Band

How long has it been since I wrote?!

Yesterday I tried to write, and I sucked at it. Now I suck at various things at various levels, such as skipping, driving, breaking an egg expertly (and turning it into a fried egg), mathematics, PHYSICS, etc. (The list I should be sad to say is endless!) But all my life since I was five, I've rather prided myself on being able to write. But lately, my brains have turned to saw dust with too much of the real world. I no longer write about stuff that I used to love writing about, such as nature, rain , sunshine, love , laughter, dreams,jewellery. And I try to discourage people from visiting this place. 

So yesterday, when I decided to write a simple yet beautiful few lines, and I failed miserably,  I did what any fallen from grace 'writer' would do. I cribbed about it to my cute guy, (who told me to stop wallowing in self pity) and I wallowed about in self pity, claiming my gift had been robbed by my cruel alternate career and the mundane life that I now lead. (When did I not?! )

I've been reading a looootttttt of MOM blogs lately, and I find that having a cute house, having multiple cute children and a good camera are quite possibly enough tools for a good blog. Well I do live in a cute house, but Im not the 'woman' of the house, and I dont have even ONE cute kid, let alone multiple , and lets just not talk about my camera. I don't sit around documenting my life like I see those wonderful ladies do, but instead I go live it. I go to work (my internship) and honestly there's nothing remotedly interesting about that. Because whn I say "interning" people assume its with some hot shot advertising  / media firm, but no such luck as I intern with a chartered accountancy firm. I wish I could somehow glamourise what I do in a day, but then I probably wouldn't be able to recognize my OWN job! 

So since that takes up my entire day, and my social life is honestly, just depressing , and my love life is a secret which must remain under wraps I find that I have nothing to write about ! Which leads us to the ol forgotten, withering under a pile of dust, seldom visited, never updated- blog!

 

Aah well! 

Wouldn't you rather live the great adventure than write about it? 

 

 

the slow warmth

"Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment help us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments – but all of this is transitory it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken."

This is of course, from my favourite, many times re-read, dog-eared book, and also written in my own hand on my soft board.

I don't quite know why, but now I associate being in love with a slow steady warmth rather than the sparky days of yore. A dreamy, certain, knowledge that I'm a part of a whole. The bliss rather than the joy. Love and the knowledge of love, that has sunk down to the bones.

And yes, we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we are taking .

I simply love you, more than I love life itself!

So, a lot has happened since I wrote last. I'm appalled at the state of my blog! No posts.
There are many reasons for that. Such as this WONDERFUL woman , loads of work!, friends, movies and also passing the toughest examination of my life!! (YIPPPPPIEE!!)

Yay! to moving ahead in life!!

(Laughing like children,

Living like lovers)

Lately, all i write is nonsensical bullshit. So its awesome that i dont write at all, and restrict myself to reading other ppls...er... sensical bullshit! Not only do i NEVER have the time to write, I recently find myself AVOIDING my own blog. Its right there in the favourites but I will click on the blue f instead the orange (what seems to be) B.

See told u, nonsensical bullshit.