My Valentine

I don’t want no valentines day dinners and I don’t want no bouquets or chocolates.
I just want you.
To be seeing you, every single day, in all of life’s moments, in every ray of light.
To be hearing your laughter, your dumb jokes, and the trumpets you blow of your rich-ass friends.
To be touching your beautiful long eyelashes. God do they make me jealous!
To be watching you be the philanthropist i never could be.
To be just being so proud of you that I could cry.
To be holding you till I breathe no more.
To be just staring at your smiling face.. all day long.
To be just being beside you, all of my life.
Oh! Do I miss you!

happiness

I can think of a hundred things I want to be doing this moment.
And yet, I just sit and watch time go by me every single moment in this basement.
And this is, my life.

If anyone asked me, what is it that I really want from my life,
I would say Happiness.
I have figured of all the things required to live a good life,
Happiness is the most desired and the most difficult mistress.

You have to pursue her all the time
and she ai’nt easy to please.
She doesn’t stay home for long and
you do all you can to bring her back into your life all the time.

Happiness to me is sitting in the balcony
on a cool summer day of the hills
with a book and a cup of coffee.

Ah! I wish I was a librarian in a
small town in the mountains.

Now that, is true happiness.
with nothing to worry about.

I need some miracles in my life.

love letters from the past

I m at work and I have tons to do.

And I think I will require atleast two lives to finish it.

That in mind, I should just concentrate all my attention

on the file on my desk.

Instead,I think of you.

It brings a smile on my face,

and makes my head feel a little lighter.

I just slept for four hours the night before.

So I was feeling all giddy and my eyes burn.

But when I see your face before me,

all disappears.

I feel high, without even a shot of vodka.

High Happy Feelings!

I think about what you must be doing.

And i wonder if you think of me,

and if that thought alone is the reason

for that wide grin on your face.

I want us to fly off really far away.

To a destination we dont know till we board the plane.

And I want us run against the wind,

on a mountain all green, lush and high.

And when we reach the top,

I want you to hold my hand,

and dance with me.

Sway with me,

and hold me like you 'll never let me go.

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance
Stay with me, sway with me
and hold me like you 'll never let me go.

iris

I can see the constellations in your eyes,
and for once,
I'm loving them.

Lead me on.

q

Time passes like a whirl wind if you dont keep track of it.
I haven't. I didn't care to.
I thought it'll all change if I didn't. That it'll all pass and I will be happy again.
Now that is the dumbest thing to do.
But hey.. at the time it was the most logical thing to do.
Logic. Sigh.
Sometimes I question how I ever came to such "logical" conclusions.
and what exactly is the premise of such logic.
and why actually I put them in action.
what drives me to do such stupid things?
I have no answers to this, like I never do anyway.

My mind is muddled up like it always is even though I analyse every second I exist!
Isnt that tragic?

Mr. Jones sounds so soothing.
I look at the starless sky.
For a moment there I actually perceived some clarity of mind. and absolute peace. and oneness with the universe. even though momentarily.
I have a turbulent self.
and I'm glad to be relieved of it for however brief a timeless moment.

:)

Life is beautiful.
When you least expect something, it throws a bouquet of fresh flowers at you!
As it was Unlike my disposition, I was surprised to see myself leaping off my feet to
catch the flowers before they fell to the ground.
And Im glad I did so.
They have the most fantastic fragrance ever.
And seems like it ll last forever.
Glad I dint miss another train of opportunity, while dreaming away on Life's platform.

p

a matchbox,
thats what I am.
They pick each part of me
and burn me out.
Slowly,
but steadily,
I'm dying out.