And then he whispered into my ears.

There was the crowd, The smoke, and the divine smells of the temple.

And then his fingers found mine,

He looked mischievously adorable

He had the twinkle in his eye

He whispered ever so Softly,

I love you.

I skipped , And my heart swooned.

And I was speechless.

And I swooned again

-Swoon-

And then he held me safe, As the crowd pushed along.

And just when I thought it was complete,

He leaned in and with the kiss of a whisper

"I love you"

And it was complete.

More than just complete.

I may be a dumbarse, I may not know how to tell it right back to you,

No I just dunno.

I may not tell it to you, But I love you.

And everytime, And always, I swoon :)

And I smile now.

You make me feel complete.

And I am your dumb arse. :)

Daddy's Little Girl.

Dear dad.

Once upon a time there was a little girl...

The father's little girl.

He carried her around everywhere.

Drove her in his bike

Bought her chocolates flowers and games.

He hugged her and made her feel safe.

I love you my lil princess he said.

Pink yellow blue and white

Flowers and frocks

Holidays and piggy back rides.

She used to feel safe

She looked up to her big daddy

It was a long time ago

I wanna be like daddy she used to tell everyone.

The days ran by,

she was no longer just a lil girl

daddy's little girl was no longer in his shell

the distances grew and sparks flew ahead.

Spitting fire and Hitting words

Blood and bones.

Scars and wounds.

Just as it happened was it over

He was back again with the smile

But,She searched for reasons

She looked for clues,

Everywhere

Leaving no stones unturned

and then it came

As she stumbled on it.

A secret sworn to a friend.

A secret that changed the life.

Battles and banishes.

He was no longer who she looked upto.

Shame came her when she remembered she wanted to be like him

Nay.

Not in this life.

Distances became greater than the bridges length

Regret?

Nay,

Disappointed words and thoughts haunt,

The memories of the past,

are merely a shadow of happy and yearning tears.

Today-Cheesomantic.

Dear Diary,
Today was beautiful, and that was because of You.
Home is where we belong, and that's you,
Perfection, is an Illusion ,
But Warmth of the illusion isn't.
'Twas You
'Twas Me.
'Twas We.
'Twas us.
'Twas simple, and Happy.
There was too much cheese in the popcorn, or maybe so were we, Chees-o-mantically awesome and way to good looking to be wasted, period.
Damn you :)
Dear diary, maybe you are lucky, because I am telling you first, or maybe I am lucky.
But, 'Twas warm, and lovely.
Maybe I should have done more justice to the post, But Nay, I am too happy and wasted from the happiness, that I rather cling on to that than make a literary excursion.
And now , I finally sleep, with peace, and a smile and a stupid grin in pasted to my face.

The Unnecessary Book mark.

Young and Carefree, Soulful joy.

Hand in Hand, Head on your shoulders, 

A drive Down the Lonely Winding Road, 

Sublte Rain washing against the windows.

Your Lips Utter my name

Your eyes Search deep inside mine.

The sparkle, The dimple, The Miracle 

The Sweet scents and The cold air.

The Cosy Couches.

Deep and Long 

Love and Insight and your lust.

Once upon a time

A love story of a life time.

A book mark today.

Unnecessary Taint in my life.

Once upon a time, 

A laughter so light.

Today the fearful tears of Trepidation.

Once upon a time

A photograph of joyous smiles.

Once upon a time, An icecream

A medicine for sickness and care.

A sip of water and the warmth of your hugs.

The passion for a life time

The lights of the night.

Colors and Happiness.

Amazing and Beautiful, 

To me, 

And to you, 

Nothing.

Today,

A marked mistake.

And a faithless promise broken.

Traitors Unsheathed 

A wolf in sheep's clothing.

A watchful stalker.

A reminder of the broken dream.

Once upon a time 

The dance of Love

And the Words of faith

Trusting smiles and times.

Once upon a time.

A Lie, a mistake.

And A broken arrow.

Blood and rapid breaths.

And I fall asleep, In your arms,

Only in my dreams.

The unnecessary book mark.

You.

Good Riddance. 

The Drug

The drug that I took ,

Each day, the evilness associated with it,

The high and the low. 

Ah the painfulness to it.


The evil I never realised, The clinginess I had.


Slap on my face when reality strikes.


Oh the slap.

Alas I know Where I stand , I gave everything, to be 

a  subordinate, to be replaced, to be 2nd fiddle.

For love I gave everything , for love and for friendship


To be showered with disrespect.


Alas I destroyed everything I had, without realising.


And then the skies came crashing down on my head.


Ride above the waves.

Rain and the Dream

A beautiful Hindi Song plays in my head as the dream opens up in my mind's eye.

A dream , A memory.

The gentle rain falls across the window, and the darkening lights in the window  in the perfect white house, 

Our perfect white house.

 A dream that transcends into a memory.

I smile a little as you bring me coffee, And I fall back into your arms as you snuggle me in.

Your beard scratching against my hair, gentle, A welcome touch.

The warmth of your hands, and the coffee, the rainy weather, A drug to my soul.

The streets are empty, The cold lashing rain falls against us,

I shiver, You hold me closer.

You kiss me with the warmth of your love,

You kiss me in the rain

 Hold my hand and carry me away, To our magical place.

I lay next to you, Cuddled up in your arms, naked,

Watching you sleep, The rain still pours on.

Its cold outside, but it's as warm as it can be, in our little cocoon that we created.

I lay asleep in your arms, you smile at me and fall back into my rising chest , falling into a sleep.

A protective embrace

A dream, A memory.

HE-DEDICATED POST.

What happens when something as phenomenal as this happens in your perfectly awesome monotonous life?
Hit me like a wave of surprise and I sat down just by the sheer possibility of the words.
You almost have no idea, despite the obviousness to it, and you just sit there in shock, shock or maybe surprise due to the pleasantness of it.
And when my head finally clears up, I am blushing and mulling over everything like a typical girl does.
This time, Maybe I expect a little more, and give a lot more, but slowly.
Quoting from somewhere I read
"This time it's just not the warmth of a man I expect, but the strength of his shoulders and the loving arms of a friend who will stand by me and hold me for eternity , If need to be."
The future holds in it's murky realms, mysteries and We never really know what happens next.
"But , If there is hope, and If luck favors me, And if I deserve it, I will make it work, not back down, knock out the whole universe for him, until I am bald with no hair and can't go to the bathroom myself."