Let the wind blow and hit my face, Knock me off my feet, And sway me by the lovely hills, Could this be the end of the world; Because I miss, I miss... that little black mole Meekly hiding behind the left hump of a nose, Or because I love you, And I cannot say… Continue reading The End?
It was like a saturday morning early sunrise. I was awake because I had spent the night clinging to the bed eyes wide open. I was embracing the rising sun with arms spread around, almost touching the window grills. . It felt like I wanted to be in love. Not the love where you'd ask… Continue reading He was in my mind.
He's in his late 20's. A sternly handsome man, strikingly gallant, ferriocious, wild, free and amazingly sexy. Hair running freely over his back, dark deep eyes, micheviously tempting. A man to every woman's dream, but notoriously out of reach. She's sixteen, a young carefree rebel. The youngest daughter of the most powerful man in Earth.She's… Continue reading SHIVA
Is it true that when we love someone we like everything about them? We like that they're getting fat, infact we find it cute? Do we like seeing happy pictures of them, it tends to make us happy, even if the happy picture is of them with other women? The way he'd pose, or smiled,… Continue reading HOW MUCH OF THIS IS TRUE?
I am just a crazy woman with crazy ideas.I dont do it deliberately, but I do it anyway. Like falling off the bed too deep in sleep, or refusing to drink honey because in my mind its 'honey-pee'. I do what I do. I forget to lock my washroom, anyway I live alone. I eat… Continue reading I AM JUST A CRAZY WOMAN WITH CRAZY IDEAS
We are all fools at the hands of people we love. How many times have we cancelled an outing because our parents were not happy about it, or didn't buy an outfit we desperately wanted because our mothers thought its too revealing. How many times have we upset our routine because our brother wanted us… Continue reading I’m Just A Fool In Love.
Its made of glass and gold and rusky mud, My heart. Just a little bit of love and swollen pride, No I havent said yet, but its just as fragile as the glass, It's like tea without milk and honey, Hold me tight, tighter by the hips, Wouldn't you let the sleeves slip? Just look… Continue reading Drop me home.