well .. someone wrote this for me… i am worth it anyhow;)

I was with ‘Him’ that day…whole day with him… happy and lovely it was… in each others company we even forgot about the time… even if I and he both are comfortable forgetting time … but there is someone in this world who will always somehow remind me that “Its time, you should be home”… who?…c’mon dont ask this silly questions…of course MOM….:)…

She called me up even that day enquiring where I am and at what time I will be home…I said “Am in a bus and the traffic is terrific MOM… I will be back soon…”…Dont gimme these looks now… It was TRUE… I was actually in a bus… FINE!! Stop gawking at me like that… I agree..I mean this particular line was true…though the background was not:)… all you dating without official permissions must have understood…;)

when I came home, the first question she asked me was “YOU WERE IN A BUS?”…

Me: Yes

Mom: As far as i know you hate travelling by bus…

Me: (Arre!! what do you expect??)

I was just circumlocuting the things with many bahanas FINE!! lies…is it ok now?

Then the same night I actually thought about mom’s question seriously…that was when I actually thought of writing this … and even started with it…

I am a girl … who actually hates traveling in a bus…NO!! you are wrong …. I am not a sissy girl…neither am one of those who think that traveling in a bus is below their standard or those who find it cheap…Infact… I find it really cool… It feels quite close to the roots indeed… but its just the gentry … the people who travel in the buses…the word is ‘eve teasers’… that really turns me off… and so I hate buses…

But then when I am with him… its always me who actually insist to travel by bus instead of the ‘auto rickshaw’ and even his ‘bike’ which am really scared of…

At that moment … for that time … it feels that no one is around me… its just me and him… even that day while sitting on the window side of the seat… and he just next to me on the aisle side… I was like so comfortable… so tention free ..that I actually slept on his shoulder, as usual:)…(though he was most uncomfortable…sitting upright and still …:( … hes not that tall na … ..)
yaar!! … when you know theres somebody around to take care of you … then…you, I mean I was feeling protected and safe…I knew he would wake me up before my bus stop and even if I sleep tightly, I wont miss it. It fells that there is someone, who will hide me, in his arms, from the eyes of the world…and that he is there to protect me from all the evils around…

Yes, hes my ‘HERO’ and thanks to him… as its just because of him, his strong shoulders, his long arms and his tight embrace … that I am enjoying life so much by doing all the things that I wouldnt have even thought of doing ever:)

well this is a modified version of “once upon a fairy tale” one of ma frnd did’nt liked the way it ended, so she made an effort to end it the way that comforts her:)

Once upon a fairy tale
Was a girl we all know well
A princess only dreaming of
The hope of finding her true love

She searched the land but couldn’t find
The true love that she had in mind
She tried to find him everyday
Till her hopes all washed away

She sat upon her empty throne
Thinking that she’d be alone
Everything in life felt wrong
Until one day he came along

Prince Charming was this prince’s name
And her lover he became
She finally found her one true love
The one that she’d been dreaming of

Finally everything felt alright
She had a prince to hold each night
Someone to sit by on her throne
No longer was this girl alone

But then on one awful day
He found Snow White and went away
On a horse they waved goodbye
This princess was left to cry

She knew she’d have to live without
The prince she cared so much about
Goodbye to love and all the laughter
Goodbye to happy ever after

—————–(continued version)—————–

 

She cried all day and all night Sitting on her empty throne upright The life became a heavy burden For her all of a sudden Until one day she realized afterall It was not a true love at all Should she die for a person who was a cheat? Or should she live for the ones who cared And wait for the destiny to repeat She lived for her dreams and dared Facing anything now … she was not scared By looking at her spirit and jest for life On her, one day a real prince laid his eyes The cupid striked again But her heart stood opposite to her brain The heart won the battle in the end And she married the man of her dreams The true love was this and not the previous one And till there is a perfect happy ending The story is not completely said and done.

(Thanks to the poet for preparing me for the ‘WORST’)

promises made

Yesterday’s goals, dim memories.
Dark saddened eyes, blurring with tears.
Painful scars borne; Love’s history.
Futures crumble when doubt appears.

No brightly lit hope envisioned,
When following after harsh words.
Hurt soul splits in twain, partitioned.
Swooned by appeal – when numbness lured.

Apologies made, never bought.
Price paid turned out far too costly.
Though never known what would be wrought -
Must walk into the night softly.

One wish, only to be released.
Granted – now receive this token.
Words written in rhyme, love’s deceased.
When promises made . . . were broken.

The End of Love

 The end of love, the start of pain
The blood from my heart that now aches, stains
With the thought of your image, the thought of you care
Devoted to another, whilst my spirit is bare
Where am I to go, where is my hope now
Am I no longer important like our dedicated vows
You promised to always be there, and love me no matter what
But it seems you’ve moved on, loved another and forgot
The breakdown of our relationship, the break of my poor heart
You punctured it with your cruel ways; you stabbed it with a dart
You took away my faith, my dreams, I now have nothing left
My happiness has disappeared; a brutal act of theft
You promised to always be there, but now it all depends
On if you’ve found another love and when my heartache ends