The Pink collar: July 2011

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

With love, xyz

I was walking barefooted on the freshly mowed grass caught in a drizzle, with the soft breeze blowing into my drenched hair ,singing lullaby into my tired ears, the million twinkling stars above my head tripping me into a delusionary mish-mash of thoughts…..walking beside me was another soul holding my hands gently and helping my unsteady legs to a smooth gait, we sit on the wet grass, breathing in the aroma of fresh soil after a lash of rains, talking and talking for hours about nothing in particular, In those few moments words are exchanged, some laughs shared…some accusations…and some words of flattery…On the whole you are having a nice time and living each of the passing moments, but the ironical part comes into live when you just snap out of the reverie, all you could do is relish those bygone moments as thoughts. A moment , you were tasting the kiss of paradise, whoosh the next moment you are dragged out of your illusion with a kick of reality, craving for the time to reverse. Did I go wrong in treasuring the moment or was I destined for short trips of happiness…..? Why are we, humans such suckers for short lived glories…? why do I keep searching for the treasure hunt at the wrong place, I wonder why don’t I take a big U turn in my life and just welcome the current time with hugs and smiles rather than living-re living the bygone....why am I groping in the darkness of my solitude at this point of time looking for a familiar touch when my mind and soul have reconciled with themselves and are yelling at my bleeding heart to wait for the sunshine patiently…..I have zillions of questions floating in my mind, the answers to which I don’t comprehend….I haven’t lost hope…I do believe the pariah is right within me, I need to bring it to life but….why are my eyes welling up??...what am I looking for? My vision is too blurry to have a clear scape of what’s waiting for me…..the pain is too excruciating to get onto my feet and walk backwards and clear the grit of my past….why cant I just let go?...why am I crying? Why can’t I just go out of my confinement and dance in the rains anticipating for a change in season….why cant I love myself again???....why cant I sway a magic wand to make myself beautiful all over again??.....why cant I reverse time….
Come back!...come back to me….let me relive those moments again,,,
<3

10 POINT SOMEONE-"ME"

1.plain dal when mixed with equal amount of curd tastes best to me.

2.if you catch me curling my lips, trying to disfigure my face, giving a "duh" look, dont misinterpret me to be having an attitude problem, rather thats due to my jaw problem.

3. if i am listening intently with a broad grin, & occasional nods, then chances are i am probably not listening to your boring talks or thinking "jeez!!!...you are so dumb!"

4. when i wish to treat my tongue, i gulp down the goodies like a glutton without even bothering to chew them first, so as to fool my bod & avoid it from noticing those extra calories.

5. i suffer from compulsive obsessive disorder, so dont make that face if you see me opening & closing the door of my room in a frequent spree, or refreshing my comp screen every sec.

6. i suffer from multiple personality disorder, there are 2 prominent persons in me, it so happens that one person would be throwing guffaws of laughter one moment, while the other would be sobbing the next.(ps- i am overlooking the other recessive creatures that lives in me)

7. i can stare continuously for minutes, without blinking, so if you are the victim of my goggle, then trust me i aint thinking about you unless the gaze is accompanied with raised eyebrows(in that case, i am not only putting u in my slipshod mind but i am also plotting some serious actions/revenge against you.amen!

8.if i smile at you more than i should, then trust me on this, i don't love anyone more than i hate you.

9. i can look into myself on the mirror for hours without showing any expression on my face.

10.i have a very bad habit of writing/thinking random, that hardly makes any sense, n the above written points are the best example to prove this point.;)

there is a princess in every girl...!

Who says you need a star studded tiara, a castle amidst the clouds, a dream kissed romance in your diary, a serendipitous life, to be a princess. There’s a princess in every girl, waiting to be unleashed & acknowledged… smothered dreams at the back of the mind bubbling to be given a form, and you don’t have to be born with a silver errrr…a platinum spoon to dive into the pool of royalty. Every girl is beautiful in her special own way, you just have to open your eyes to a new horizon to envision it. We are all the Cinderella of 21^st century, we shall bid adieu to our oppressed monotonous lives & embrace the illusionary kingdom of fairytale by stepping into the elusive glass shoes. The figments of our dreams are all around us, all we have to do is to hoard them together to make it come alive....coz there is a princess in every girl :)