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The Taste of Love

Loving you has made me complete,
Loving you has made me fear.
My soul-mate, oh darling precious,
Wherever I go, you seem near.
My heart rejoices at your memory,
The pain of distance is vile.
A moment away from you is unending,
A tiny step appears a mile.

An enthralling, satiated hunger,
Like harmony in times of furor.
Being with you is special,
Like nothing I’ve felt before.
I ask myself a million times,
What draws me to you.
What is it that makes you seem mine,
And I belong to you, too.

It’s funny, the way life has changed,
I look around with eyes brand new.
All that I perceive appears brilliant,
And all my worries seem so few.
I’d do anything to see you beam,
Ask for the world and I’d make it yours.
But within me I know it’s only my love,
That will keep you warm when it pours.

Inexorable is the inception of change,
Seasons have come and seasons depart.
I will remain ever so faithful and true,
Each time you call upon me with your heart.
Ask me what I want in return,
My answer shall stay the same.
Be with me till …

Sometimes I wonder...

Sometimes I wonder if things are always black or white.
At times grey feels just so right.
You know it’s not perfect, still you smile.
And decide to linger a little while.
Sometimes I wonder if success really matters.
Does happiness not come to those in tatters?
Sometimes I wonder if prayers and hopes are heard.
Are they coincidences that just occurred?
If all were to be free of sorrow.
What would we look forward to tomorrow?


Sometimes I wonder if rivers were ordained to flow.
Or would they, like ponds, prefer to stay and grow.
Sometimes I wonder if destiny is really unassailable.
Making our life a harsh truth or an absurdly marvelous fable.
When what you do or think doesn’t matter no more.
Everything is an illusion – the rim and the core.

Sometimes I wonder if people are really what they seem.
Evil, weird or like a dream.

Sometimes I wonder if it’s meant to be.
You and me.
We laugh and care, share and berate.
Feels so right, yet we hesitate.

Sometimes I wonder …

- Princess

Saavan Ka Mahina

I gave up meat for a month during Shravan (also called Saavan), as my mum was fasting and I did not find it right that I enjoy gastronomical pleasures while she has just one meal a day.

Don’t ask me how that one month went. Gosh, August was a disaster! Dinners and parties were no fun. There’s amazing chicken curry at work almost daily, and I had to munch on potatoes, gravy and rice while the rest of my team merrily and hungrily dug into their dreamy chicken preparations. Thank God for mushrooms, paneer and baby corn! What would I have done without you?!!

My mum keeps telling me all the time to quit eating non veg food, but I love it! This one month restriction was not something she requested or ordered; I acted out of my love and dedication for her. It wasn’t due to morals, social pressure, religion or anything. Pyar aur izzat ke liye hum kuch bhi kar sakte hai, right folks?!

Of course, there are individuals who avoid booze and non veg on certain days of the week. It’s such a farce. You …

That Night

She paced back and forth in her backyard. It was almost dawn. The plan was to run away in the dead of night. They were going to elope!It was final. They could not bear staying away from each other. They knew they would never be allowed by their families and societies to marry. And while they did not want to shame their parents, they could not bear to spend their separate lives unhappy. No, some things had to be done whatever the price. And as long as it involved the two of them being together, no price was too high to pay. She was sure. He was certain. The rest would work out. In time. They were confident.She muttered to herself. What was taking him so long? Someone or the other could come by any minute and ask her what she was doing outside so late at night. They would look at her bag and wonder. It would not take them too long to figure out. True, they would not know who the guy was; she had ensured that she never made any direct reference to him. But that was a minor detail. Runnin…

Match Fixing

This ain’t about cricket guys… Scat if you thought that!

This is about the matches made in heaven.

And the ones that are formed on earth, too.

Know what this guy told me the other day? He said girlfriends are of two types – the trophy gf, who as we all know, is the sexy woman who basically adorns the guy and raises his status in society. The other kind, he told me, is what he named the “superstar” gf. Check out how he described them… I thought it was very deep, meaningful and true…

Verbatim: “The trophy gf is the one with who you walk into a party holding hands, introduce her to the guests, feel everybody’s eyes on her and feel proud because you own her. Then after some time, when the impression is created, you leave her alone and go hang out with the guys…

… The superstar gf, on the contrary, is the one you really want to be around all the time. You involve her in all your conversations and enjoy being with her.”

Profound, eh? And candidly expressed. Thanks for sharing that with me, Chatty…

At times like these...

At times like these,
When I am hard at work,
I think of how my heart skips a beat when I get a call from you.
How my cheeks go pink and lips curl,
As if I was asked out for a date for the very first time,
I feel those jitters as I hear your lilting voice,
And I know I miss you.

At times like these,
When I walk past a merry couple,
I think of how our fingers intertwine as we saunter together.
Laughing at each other, talking about everything and nothing in particular,
Eyes dancing in delight,
A sense of having the world at our feet,
And I know I miss you.

At times like these,
When I have nothing to do,
I think of how your thoughts and memories engulf me.
Left with unsuppressed tears and irrepressible grins,
My heart yearns to be with you,
To feel those moments again,
And I know I miss you.

At times like these,
When I lie alone in bed,
I think of how it would feel to have your arms around me.
A sigh escapes my lips,
The feeling of helpless desolation mounts over me,
All I do seems incomplete,
And I know I miss you…