Fond

it wasn't perfect
it was a broken mess
a rubble of jealous fires
and stolen glances
angry kisses and
endless chances

I was quite fond of him.

Still am.



It wasn't great, but it was!

.:ayda:.

Curtains

I smell her in my cupboard
she's left her personality
in my room
the walls are her color
the curtains are heavy
just like she wanted.
Despite everything
she 's left.
she's left undaunted.

I play it over and over
in my head, oftentimes.
how could she?
and her note says
"so dependent! I cannot be"

Has it ever happened to you too? That you gave so much of yourself to someone and still fell short?
Maybe he/she was always a flight risk and you knew that, only never accepted. You thought you could make him /her stay but now that you draw the curtains, all this irony stare you in the face.

What do you think? Share your stories, I want to know.

.:ayda:.

Faces

if people saw
as much
beauty
in words
as they did
in faces

the world
would be a
beautiful book
of poems and
we its pages



Most of the times I wonder what causes people to see the beauty in other's faces and not their words. That hideous doctored profile pictures should receive more validation than honest comprehensible sentences is quite out of my fathomable imagination. Is the world any less a poem? No, but it sure does fail to elicit the appreciation it deserves.

.:ayda:.

Wayward

I adore the fact
that he likes
his wine with fritters
and not cheese

because I don't like
my whiskey with peanuts
I like it with fish


Let's drink to being wayward. How many of you don't live by the norm?
Note: Musings of an idle mind

.:ayda:.

Exam Magic!

Remember the time when you were in college, and exam time used to be the most fun with your dorm/hostel roommates? The palpable pressure of unfinished syllabus and the mounting tension of next day's impending fate at the Test, all combined to make you crack the stupidest of jokes over Maggi with study friends when you were taking that much-needed "break" from those tedious hours of study!

Well I always used to have these weird urges to write poetry, or watch a movie or paint (anything creative) during those ominous hours. My mind used to be bombarded with inspiration and artistic ideas that would inevitably will me into abandoning  my books for a different pursuit. Well, the little voice in my head would reason out, "Just 5 minutes off won't hurt, would it? I just need to pen the thought" And once the penning starts, it goes on and on. It is like apocalypse is at your doorstep and you are still watching TV!! 

It was during those times that I became surer of my interests and what I would like to have as a career. The way exam times showed me the way was unbelievable.. in fact quite magical. I still can't shake off those moments or the feeling of being torn between what I was doing and what I wanted to do.

Following are 4 lines I had scribbled on the question paper during an exam that describes how words played with me.

The pages were endless
And I flipped them like clockwork
Words they say are ceaselessly seamless
But no one told they did midnight wonders!

A valentine's for all of us!

So I was watching T.V. and 'The Middle' was on. For those of you who don't know-it's a series with  a bunch of weird characters whom if you come across while playing with the remote just to pass time, will probably keep skip channels without a second thought; but since I had taken a pledge (not so long ago) to give every-thing/one a chance before jumping into conclusions, decided to stick around for the first 10 minutes and Voila!!! A really sweet, light, funny entertainer was discovered (of course by me! duh!).

The episode today centered around the lately-much talked-about Valentine's Day. While the husband and wife in the episode grappled with 'How to celebrate the day this year', their 9 year old son grappled with how to come up with enough credible matter for his paper due next week and he had to get an A but the catch was the topic "The importance of Valentine's Day". Wasn't that a bit too heavy on a 9 year old? 

By the time the episode neared it's end my mind was spinning! Food for Thought: What indeed is the importance of this D-day that many keep waiting for while other curse at it's arrival!? There are so many opinions and judgments revolving around the way it is celebrated. Some buy expensive gifts and feel their work is done while some suffice with just a rose; then there are some who make elaborate projects out of making cards or handcrafting presents for their loved ones yet there are also some who meticulously go about planning an entire day (getting presents, flowers, champagne, movie tickets, dinner reservations so on and so forth), arguably a perfect day and the rest some just end up doing nothing.

When the little voice in their head tells them, "Don't you think you should do something?", they go "Naaaah ... my partner's awesome he/she already know how much I love him/her!! We don't need showy rituals!?!"

WHAAAAT SERIOUSLY???????? 

So now the question is in which category of these "Some" do you fall in?

Of course there's love 24x7, 365 days a year even when we are grumbling or fighting but isn't it worthwhile to be excited about this one day to celebrate your bittersweet love?

No one feels special every single day so would it really hurt to take the effort to make someone feel special for at least a day? So what's so difficult about spreading some happiness and being happy in the process? It is never about the money but about little gestures, which do happen unexpectedly now and then but we are just a bunch of lazies and busies to notice even if it stared us right in the face. We pass them by without so much as a 'Thank You'

So yes a Valentine's Day is necessary 'cause that's the only time of the year we our eyes (and minds) are open to what might happen 'cause we are wired that way. Wired to remember a few days that we expect to be memorable and valentine's is one of those few apart from our birthday. It's not necessarily about romance, it's a father's day mother's day friendship day all rolled into one. It's about a letter or a card, about togetherness and a walk-down-memory lane.

We always bring our best to people who don't even last in our lives even a month 'cause we are touchy about our "image", but how about bringing our best to people who really matter?! We are never going to say "that particular Thursday in September was a great surprise. Thanks!" <smiles> But we always say "Last year's Valentine's s*cked. Nothing happened"

So make it happen. If not for others then for yourselves. Like the closing line from that 9 year old's paper rightly said "Great stories are not made of great stuff, they are made of little gestures!"

Spread the Love

Rainbows and Cookies

Have a Happy Valentine's

ADITI :)