Forever yours

You are my body, my soul, my spirit within

I know that me because of you
You are the beginning of everything sweet and lasting
If I had all the treasures of this world

It would still not suffice my endless need for you

You see me like the north star, shining just for you

I shine in your gaze, I sing along your praise

You make the world my palace of love and joy

I want a picture of forever and you give me that too

Aren't you awesome, super, inexplicable?

I am madly in love with your ways

I never want to stray,
I am for you and you for me, my LORD.

My world, my world

I need to sleep
I need a hug
Not a lover of a bug.

I care for me
I care for thee
I do not care for society.

If love be all
Then I want you
If not, then pass me my Jimmy Choo.

I walk to break free
From you and me
I stop to see,
What do people love to be?

I want to kiss
Like a freak on the road
I want to dance
Like a stripper on pole.

Roll on the drums
Paper rockets afloat
The sound of my world
Is better than this rote.

I want to throw paints of gold
Splash my world in tints of mould
Hang on a rope and sing for my life
For the truth pierces like the blade of a knife.

Hellos To Moi

Hi Myself,

A thought crossed me by today. About my writing mostly :) other than my overcrowded social calendar (trust me, I could have my family attending half of them on my behalf!)
Coming back to my writing and mostly my miserable blogging skills, I've come to realise that I write only when I feel the most about anything. Death, Depression and Break ups are the best inspirations to hidden aspirations of life or rather the cruel wake up calls to living it completely.
Looking at my archives, I also noticed that 2009 just swooned by.
For those who are following me (Hiiiiiiiii) and for those who have simply chanced upon my resurrected blog, well I spent the entire year purging, rediscovering me, living life and most of all getting back to a healthy lifestyle. The year before that, I was in an unmentionable relationship that made me a stronger, wiser, and a better human being (in other words that seven -headed monster of an ex just showed me what I never ever want in my partner EVER AGAIN).

Then you would say, That I have already posted something below before my welcome note. That is actually the exact reason why I decided to brief you about me. It is a poem for someone who has inspired me to fall in LOVE, again. To believe, hope and pray for it.

Today and especially this year, I believe that I will fall in LOVE soon and so will wait for it, I plan to take what's rightfully mine (My Job Desig), to not be afraid of following my dream (To be a travel writer and photographer), to drop 10 kgs more, to learn a language (because I've always loved languages), to learn atleast one dance style (since I party less..lol), to hone my god-given talent of singing and to create a bucket list every 6 months. YES, I will do this. I have already accomplished the first one too many times. This time I believe GOD has set the best takeout for me, the second, too, has been achieved all in the matter of a month and the rest will follow soon.

I know life can be a real chewing gum stuck in the hair at times, but this is all I know - TO HOPE, BELIEVE AND PRAY. And My prayers go out to all who read this, that your families are blessed today and that your lives may be enriched just like mine.

God bless you :)

Peace
I

Till then

I hope you find a season, forever to cherish.
I hope you find a hand to hold when all alone.
I hope you find a smile to make your day.
I hope you find a dream to show you the way.
I hope you find beauty, I hope you find passion.
I hope you find a moment, forever to love.
I hope you find shade, when all tires you out.
I hope you find you, and all that you're about.
I hope you sail the years, with all the world's peace.
I hope for you cause that's all I get to feel.
An endless hope like the ocean's abyss.
I keep longing once more for your caress.
Till then will this charm always be?
Will You still be you and I be me?
In your wait a silent prayer I say,
To keep the faith that blind men see,
Till then, I'll be waiting at the door for you to find me.

Till We Meet Again...

Today I have to live
Today I have to see
Today I know my heart
Today I ask for tomorrow
Today I look back on yesterday
I kept dreaming about today, today
And then a soft voice whispered
It's today, where're you lost.

Can you find those strange butterflies? I feel them no more. They were a part of my yesterday. I think, I felt nice and young. Today, I wonder, I know not anymore what I feel. Or probably, I'm too busy to feel.
I see myself through spinning glass doors, wishing through those hallways, I reached your room. I smelt the mahogany handle, no surprises! She was there too! She was always there. Mostly before I was there, and most surely after I left.
I told myself I was dreaming and kept waking each day with a smile only to find her smell linger on my wardrobe.
Months went by and I still kept dreaming of today. A horrid smell of burnt charcoal pervaded the room and I burst into a sweat. Was I still dreaming or am I really wishing her to die? I ran from room to room, wishing my palace were just a room. I screamed your name again and again hoping you would find me, save me. BOOM! The bang of bright fire burst through the doors and I fell off the staircase. The flames began to rise up the curtains while my body lay bruised on the floor. I saw her draggin you with her. Oh! I wish I were burning down myself,my heart and you than seeing that ghost of a nymph drag you away....

Like thunderous hooves the fire flamed, my body begging every breath...There's nothing that can change my last moment, your whispers float in the wind...hmm...at last,I can bereave my dolor...my charred flesh, once like a flower, now languishes along the wooden floor...

You walk through that door, I can feel my smile yearning for your touch...You came back for me, I knew you would, you always did...All of a sudden I felt Like yours. Yes, I am yours once again. Those arms of hope and together were us, for years and years. As i bask in that embrace, you lead me out of my house..Butterflies sing that merry song, the skies have a soft blue...Your face is an angelic picture shining through my black strands...you were crazy about them...I looked up and loved us...To myself, I say, 'We are the last chapter of lives together'..Until..Until...........................................

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I saw those pearly gates close on us, and I smiled...You were the last memory before I closed my eyes...

Farewell Ebrahim,farewell

Dearest darling Ebrahim,

Why? Why Ebrahim Why ? Couldn't you have waited a little longer. Did the world fall short of space for you? Or were you too incomprehensible for this universe? Maybe the latter.

My heart is still bleeding...it only cries Ebrahim ...searching for you. Come back sweetheart,come back.

You always wanted the world to remember you as 'somebody who not just lived, but showed the real way to live'. Now what does the world have to remember?

The Silence is eating onto me. When they said you died-I called you up, again and again. Wanted to hear you chuckle in that infamous way, saying, "Caught ya." Couldn't this have been one of your pranks? My folks remember you as the prankster. My ma cried like my daughter for you.

What am i supposed to do with all the times we shared Ebrahim? The hours of non-sense chit-chat, your sexcapdes, your girlfriends, your life, your misery?You gave me my first bike ride. You took me out on my first car drive. You gave me my first designer perfume. Not a single birthday of mine have you missed. Now who do I count on to surprise me? We have spent drunk moments on Worli sea face talking of OSHO. Shee!You loved that sick bastard and his fuck all philosophies,but i heard them all for you. I tried and played my part. Or not? How do i even know that,now that yr not here.

When they said you killed yourself,my world stopped. it felt like someone cut off my hands.

I wish you could have seen your mother in her misery-yelling and crying out to Allah to give her her piece of her heart back and she would ask no more- or your sister who kept saying "Bhai, bhai" in her stupor.

What have you left each of us with Ebrahim? We don't want it, we want YOU.

You left your story incomplete pal. Its time for us to pen down the rest.

It takes a lot to choose to be different and you had the courage. You were never a victim of religious banterings,n all friends knew that. You had a heart, only a few knew before knowing you as 'the brat'. You would give a hand and a leg for your mother and sister,they meant the world to you. You always brought a smile onto a wrinkled face, remembered the forgotten people. You cared, my friend, you did. And you did not let anyone know,thats what made you a great guy.

I shall never know the answers to why you hanged yourself. But I do know that I will always miss you. That it will be very hard to make a trip to Pune, when I could not have done it for you. That I forgave you years ago for acting stupid with me.

You're free Ebrahim ,free from all bondage. Sing a song with the angels and tell me which one you liked the most*winks. I'll wait for your call....Farewell

Yours,

Sexy Irene a.k.a Moti

Hallucinating Angel

I'm sittin at my desk-bored,confused,irritated and worst- sad.

To lose a part of you could be the worst feelin ever to experience. Nothing you can do to make it go away-no bantering, no raving, no sleeping,no dreaming.

Tears don tell my tales no more. A shadow of me I have become.

To dream to get what you long for and then long to wake up in reality. Is this a joke?Maybe. Cos everyone seems to be laughing.

I want to laugh again, make me laugh.

Put me to sleep, let me dream.Another dream,please.