Roy’s Garage Sell and Auction: the daisy lemmas riff
Kriti-HowAboutThis: Eternity
I am eternity and I am patient…what lies beyond all three doors is incredibly beautiful and gratifying to the heart and soul, you can pick only one but do it fast before you lose your identity and become a part of me. If you look closely, you will see the gaping wounds on my self, there is blood oozing out of these wounds but it’s not red in color. I am so dark and mysterious that my blood has turned black, like the void…. fathomless, deep and dark.
Choose the middle door if you like socializing and partying, you will be in your element at the cocktail party. Discuss fashion and the city of lights and enjoy the delicate dishes prepared by the finest cooks of France. The door on your right will take you to the bloggers network and you will have the time of your life there with like minded intelligent and versatile people. You won’t regret your decision ever but if you choose the door on the left, your life will change forever, for eternity. Your soul will be enriched with heartbreaking poetry, soul stirring romantic quotes and stories and empowering ideas to better your life.
If you decide to come back, rest assured that I will be there to welcome you with wide open arms and embrace your soul and make you one with me. Together we will guide the travelers and warn them about the perils of staying too long with us, only the truly deserving get the honor of becoming eternity. Waiting to rescue the universe with bated breath...I am Eternity.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Great love letters and Me
“Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours”
This is the concluding part of a love letter written by Beethoven to his beloved,the letters were found after Beethoven's death. They were not addressed to anybody, so it is impossible to know who he was writing to. Who was the mystery woman, he loved so dearly and hopelessly? We will never know but the beauty of his letters lingers on.
Why has this letter become so famous? Is it because it was found after his death and people were generous in their praise for the sentiments echoed in this beautiful note? Why do you feel a tug at your heartstrings when you read the helpless devotion dripping from this poignant letter?
I was inspired to write something along these lines and the result was not at all as expected, maybe after I die, people might say nice things about it. Here goes my attempt at becoming another Beethoven,
“My dearest,
Don’t become a memory of my past but remain a reality of my present and the certainty of my future. I need you to survive, to go on. Can’t even imagine living if you are not a part of my life now, in the moment. My breaths are connected with yours; my heartbeat is an echo of your heart. So please look after my most valued possession, be gentle with it, and tend to it with a lot of love. It’s very fragile and can break easily so please handle it with utmost care.
You color my world, spike up the mocktail of my mundane life and make it a cocktail of fun and adventure. You are the smiling rainbow on my teary sky of affection, my caring silver lining on the gloomy, sad clouds of separation and loneliness. You banish all heartache and pain from my silently sobbing heart and fill it with happiness and cheer. You do all this, with just a look towards me, a nod, and a simple hello. Your tender glance, caresses my frayed senses, I feel your love in your offhand, casual words and careless sentences. You show you care in so many different ways that I don’t feel the need to hear you say,” I Love you”. I know you do, a lot and I do too, darling, “I Love you”.
I don’t need flowers, chocolates or gifts of any kind. I just need to know that I am somewhere in your heart and always on your mind. It’s enough that a tiny corner of your heart is reserved only for me and a single tear is shed in my memory. I just want your soul, is it asking for too much??
You and I have a connection which cannot be described but felt so strongly that it scares me sometimes. You understand my every mood and get my emotional outpourings without even making any effort. I am like an unwound toy without you and even the slightest contact, be it long distance, makes me come alive. I can hear your heartbeat and sometimes can even feel your arms around me, especially when I am feeling heartbroken and sad.
Days merge into nights and then days again and I keep waiting for you to come and see me, my life keeps on passing me by as if I am on the outside , frozen in time, waiting for a glimpse of you to bring me to life.Wasted hours, days, months, years even ,without seeing you, hearing from you , terrible cruel times…. Why doesn’t the world let us meet?
I know, I don’t even come close to the great writer but I am getting there, will end my post with another bit of his soulful love letter,
“My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours. The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be -
Your faithful …..”
I Hope to be remembered, as a person so much in love, that it consumed her, devoured her and made her lose her sanity…..
Lucks aka Sulekha
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours”
This is the concluding part of a love letter written by Beethoven to his beloved,the letters were found after Beethoven's death. They were not addressed to anybody, so it is impossible to know who he was writing to. Who was the mystery woman, he loved so dearly and hopelessly? We will never know but the beauty of his letters lingers on.
Why has this letter become so famous? Is it because it was found after his death and people were generous in their praise for the sentiments echoed in this beautiful note? Why do you feel a tug at your heartstrings when you read the helpless devotion dripping from this poignant letter?
I was inspired to write something along these lines and the result was not at all as expected, maybe after I die, people might say nice things about it. Here goes my attempt at becoming another Beethoven,
“My dearest,
Don’t become a memory of my past but remain a reality of my present and the certainty of my future. I need you to survive, to go on. Can’t even imagine living if you are not a part of my life now, in the moment. My breaths are connected with yours; my heartbeat is an echo of your heart. So please look after my most valued possession, be gentle with it, and tend to it with a lot of love. It’s very fragile and can break easily so please handle it with utmost care.
You color my world, spike up the mocktail of my mundane life and make it a cocktail of fun and adventure. You are the smiling rainbow on my teary sky of affection, my caring silver lining on the gloomy, sad clouds of separation and loneliness. You banish all heartache and pain from my silently sobbing heart and fill it with happiness and cheer. You do all this, with just a look towards me, a nod, and a simple hello. Your tender glance, caresses my frayed senses, I feel your love in your offhand, casual words and careless sentences. You show you care in so many different ways that I don’t feel the need to hear you say,” I Love you”. I know you do, a lot and I do too, darling, “I Love you”.
I don’t need flowers, chocolates or gifts of any kind. I just need to know that I am somewhere in your heart and always on your mind. It’s enough that a tiny corner of your heart is reserved only for me and a single tear is shed in my memory. I just want your soul, is it asking for too much??
You and I have a connection which cannot be described but felt so strongly that it scares me sometimes. You understand my every mood and get my emotional outpourings without even making any effort. I am like an unwound toy without you and even the slightest contact, be it long distance, makes me come alive. I can hear your heartbeat and sometimes can even feel your arms around me, especially when I am feeling heartbroken and sad.
Days merge into nights and then days again and I keep waiting for you to come and see me, my life keeps on passing me by as if I am on the outside , frozen in time, waiting for a glimpse of you to bring me to life.Wasted hours, days, months, years even ,without seeing you, hearing from you , terrible cruel times…. Why doesn’t the world let us meet?
I know, I don’t even come close to the great writer but I am getting there, will end my post with another bit of his soulful love letter,
“My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours. The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be -
Your faithful …..”
I Hope to be remembered, as a person so much in love, that it consumed her, devoured her and made her lose her sanity…..
Lucks aka Sulekha
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Death becomes her
Death becomes her, they said,
Suits her pallor.
She was always hanging,
partly in the grave,
Was always half in.
had that melancholy look,
in her eyes,
which spoke of her heartache.
And was a walking obituary,
of a life gone awry.
Her heart had stopped beating eons ago,
But she had kept herself going,
with sheer will power.
Will to stay put and live and
not to give in to the grim reaper.
She had a life to live,
If not for herself then,
for her next of kith n kin.
She hid her tears behind a smile,
laughed so hard that her sobs drowned,
in the roar of thunderous applause,
of her family and friends.
They celebrated her zest for life,
unaware of her inner struggle.
They couldn’t hear her cries for help,
Coz she bit down hard on her lips,
to silence the screams.
She swallowed her tears and,
hid her fears.
camouflaged her emotions,
And pretended to smile,
through her struggling tears.
One fine day,
She came undone.
It took one unguarded moment,
to lose it all.
A single tear rolled down,
her ashen cheek,
A whimper of a sob escaped,
her bleeding lips.
She couldn’t bear to look at his,
retreating back.
Chose to close her eyes instead.
It was then that the world,
heard the crack.
It was the sound of her,
breaking heart.
She had become one with Death,
The long lost sister of her bleeding heart.
They embraced and became one,
Death becomes her, People said,
Death becomes her, they said.
Suits her pallor.
She was always hanging,
partly in the grave,
Was always half in.
had that melancholy look,
in her eyes,
which spoke of her heartache.
And was a walking obituary,
of a life gone awry.
Her heart had stopped beating eons ago,
But she had kept herself going,
with sheer will power.
Will to stay put and live and
not to give in to the grim reaper.
She had a life to live,
If not for herself then,
for her next of kith n kin.
She hid her tears behind a smile,
laughed so hard that her sobs drowned,
in the roar of thunderous applause,
of her family and friends.
They celebrated her zest for life,
unaware of her inner struggle.
They couldn’t hear her cries for help,
Coz she bit down hard on her lips,
to silence the screams.
She swallowed her tears and,
hid her fears.
camouflaged her emotions,
And pretended to smile,
through her struggling tears.
One fine day,
She came undone.
It took one unguarded moment,
to lose it all.
A single tear rolled down,
her ashen cheek,
A whimper of a sob escaped,
her bleeding lips.
She couldn’t bear to look at his,
retreating back.
Chose to close her eyes instead.
It was then that the world,
heard the crack.
It was the sound of her,
breaking heart.
She had become one with Death,
The long lost sister of her bleeding heart.
They embraced and became one,
Death becomes her, People said,
Death becomes her, they said.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
If I had only a few days to live…….
When you remember your past, you regret a lot of things that you did wrong. The stand you didn’t take, the choices you made, the wrong turns you took on the highway of life, and the missed opportunities. In your bid to please everyone else you were dishonest with yourself, to keep others happy, you made yourself miserable. When your heart was breaking you pretended all was fine, because you didn’t want to create a scene and embarrass him, who was responsible for it all.
What I don’t regret is the unselfish love I nurtured in my heart for him and the euphoria of first love. My undying devotion and unflinching faith in his capacity to love me, my blind adoration and mute adulation. I have loved and lived and seen it all. Been there, done that and am ready to move on But, there always is a but, I sometimes wonder what would have happened had I behaved in a different manner. Been more vocal about my feelings and less concerned with the society’s?
So many things, I would have done differently. I would have rebelled against all and visited my Dad when he had asked me to. Listened to my heart and not my head, done what felt right to me and to hell with society. Loved unconditionally and lived fearlessly. I think I will do it now, it’s not over yet.
What I don’t regret is the unselfish love I nurtured in my heart for him and the euphoria of first love. My undying devotion and unflinching faith in his capacity to love me, my blind adoration and mute adulation. I have loved and lived and seen it all. Been there, done that and am ready to move on But, there always is a but, I sometimes wonder what would have happened had I behaved in a different manner. Been more vocal about my feelings and less concerned with the society’s?
So many things, I would have done differently. I would have rebelled against all and visited my Dad when he had asked me to. Listened to my heart and not my head, done what felt right to me and to hell with society. Loved unconditionally and lived fearlessly. I think I will do it now, it’s not over yet.
Special Bond
The significance of a certain date,
Is lost on all but one.
He who understands you fully,
Knows you intimately
He who hurts with you
And feels your pain completely.
He knows that you are crying on the inside,
While fooling the whole world with your smile.
He sees through the fake smile and
Is there to wipe the tears,
And allay all your fears.
He always knows the right things to do
And the right words to say,
She wonders how he is there to catch her
When she falls?
Hold her hand when she is scared,
Console her when she is sad.
He remembers her fears,
Feels her pain
Makes her smile,
she forgets her heartache
And is happy for a while.
His sensitivity thrills her no end,
But with it brings a feeling of dread.
What if he stops caring?
What if he decides to walk away?
Who will mend her broken heart?
Who will hold her when they are apart?
Who will make her smile everyday?
God let him be with her,
Let him stay,
Please don’t make him go away.
Is lost on all but one.
He who understands you fully,
Knows you intimately
He who hurts with you
And feels your pain completely.
He knows that you are crying on the inside,
While fooling the whole world with your smile.
He sees through the fake smile and
Is there to wipe the tears,
And allay all your fears.
He always knows the right things to do
And the right words to say,
She wonders how he is there to catch her
When she falls?
Hold her hand when she is scared,
Console her when she is sad.
He remembers her fears,
Feels her pain
Makes her smile,
she forgets her heartache
And is happy for a while.
His sensitivity thrills her no end,
But with it brings a feeling of dread.
What if he stops caring?
What if he decides to walk away?
Who will mend her broken heart?
Who will hold her when they are apart?
Who will make her smile everyday?
God let him be with her,
Let him stay,
Please don’t make him go away.
Tragic tales of two little girls who suffered physical abuse at a young age…in one case it was a stranger and in the other, a relative…Makes me sick hearing about such twisted people in our society..
Why ME?
Why did he single me out?
Why did he come after me?
Why do you think he followed me home?
Why did he grope me?
Did I invite his advances?
Was I bad, was I flirty?
Did I give him the come hither look?
Or was I dirty?
I feel unwashed even after a thousand showers,
I feel unclean even after changing my clothes,
Countless times.
I feel dirty in a spotless dress,
I feel trapped in this claustrophobic,
Vastness of shame and hurt,
Grief and pain.
I feel nothing.
***************
He was the enemy within the four walls,
Of our home.
He was a guest, a friend
of the family.
He turned out to be a louse.
He abused our hospitality,
And committed a heinous crime,
He cut the roots of the tender plant,
before its prime.
My confidence was betrayed,
I feel let down and undone.
He is a monster, a molester,
A demon, a fiend,
An atrocious and pathetic excuse,
for a human being.
A heartless thing.
He will suffer, he will pay,
He will rue the day,
He took the innocence,
Of a little girl away.
He will suffer, he will pay
Why ME?
Why did he single me out?
Why did he come after me?
Why do you think he followed me home?
Why did he grope me?
Did I invite his advances?
Was I bad, was I flirty?
Did I give him the come hither look?
Or was I dirty?
I feel unwashed even after a thousand showers,
I feel unclean even after changing my clothes,
Countless times.
I feel dirty in a spotless dress,
I feel trapped in this claustrophobic,
Vastness of shame and hurt,
Grief and pain.
I feel nothing.
***************
He was the enemy within the four walls,
Of our home.
He was a guest, a friend
of the family.
He turned out to be a louse.
He abused our hospitality,
And committed a heinous crime,
He cut the roots of the tender plant,
before its prime.
My confidence was betrayed,
I feel let down and undone.
He is a monster, a molester,
A demon, a fiend,
An atrocious and pathetic excuse,
for a human being.
A heartless thing.
He will suffer, he will pay,
He will rue the day,
He took the innocence,
Of a little girl away.
He will suffer, he will pay
Will Embrace Life
When you walk into my life,
I will start to live, I promise.
Will no longer look at the world,
With a stranger’s indifferent eyes,
But will embrace it all like a,
long lost lover.
Your coming will put an end to,
my suffering and pain.
Will banish all grief from my heart,
The sight of your beloved face,
will thaw the frozen emotions
and make me want to live again.
I am living in a limbo since you left,
Unsure of the passage of time,
Surviving each day and night, barely,
Clutching at life by my fingertips.
My fragile hold on life slipping..
The frayed edges, of my mind,
Threaten to come undone.
Am holding it all together,
In the hope of seeing you arrive.
My eyes seek out yours,
In the sea of strangers.
I will start to live, I promise.
Will no longer look at the world,
With a stranger’s indifferent eyes,
But will embrace it all like a,
long lost lover.
Your coming will put an end to,
my suffering and pain.
Will banish all grief from my heart,
The sight of your beloved face,
will thaw the frozen emotions
and make me want to live again.
I am living in a limbo since you left,
Unsure of the passage of time,
Surviving each day and night, barely,
Clutching at life by my fingertips.
My fragile hold on life slipping..
The frayed edges, of my mind,
Threaten to come undone.
Am holding it all together,
In the hope of seeing you arrive.
My eyes seek out yours,
In the sea of strangers.
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