Sadness is a natural process. It is a part of life that is undeniable and is something that is mandatory to happen in every human life. But it shouldn’t be like that.
Some people just are not meant to be sad….
Some people are just to be manicured and pedicure with happiness even if it costs you insane.
When water shines in her eyes and she sniffs, the world looks a darker, griever place.
Sadness is not her forte even if it makes her look the tragic princesses which leave you heartbroken.
She pronounces fun and instills in you extravagance of flair and makes you feel worth it.
Her difference of perception is addictive.
A date for me now is no more a thought of serenity, sea and candle night. It’s fast paced, moving, comical and cute. You will be driven mad when you speak and she gazes outside smiling and being completely engrossed at absolutely nothing, and the very next moment you are swept away as she looks in to your eyes and has that quizzical look for which you can kill for.
And that leaves you addicted.
Her clichéd use of sentences is highly adorable. “I don’t know, Deal with it, and Shut up!” are the norms that makes you smile and make her blush.
I am obsessed by her presence in a very warm and way. She needs to be happy and lively for me to remain calm and soothing.
Am I getting too occupied with her? May be I am but is there any other better thing to do in this world. I guess not.
So sadness please hush away you are never welcomed on her door steps and even if you do come around I am on guard.
It is only a coat of varnish but it is all that completes the color.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Muffled Laughter
I always need inspiration to write, to create to do work, I’m a highly dependent person. I like to react rather than be proactive, that’s just how the world normalizes for me. Or I thought so…
I have an inspiration now…
An inspiration so true, so serene and so beautiful that I cannot help resist the presence, the aura that is circulating her.
Not many people are so gifted. She is amongst those very few. She can have you engaged to her for endless amount of hours and also have you short of breath from the aura she radiates. To say that I’m compelled and taken totally out of my comfort zone with her around is a total understatement.
My thought patterns are mostly immaculate and are in sync with logic. She has erupted all of this out of proportion.
I now feel like a child who’s aligned with fiction. Who gropes at things and associates them with fantasy. She mystifies situations. She smiles and gives happiness a total new meaning. The twinkling eyes remind me of the serene calm sea on which light suspends and shimmers playfully. She restores my believe in the fact that this world is a montage of excitement, happiness and love.
She pulsates on sensitivity. She thinks infinite and she loves pampering. She makes you feel indulged as champagne, she delights you and have you wanting for more. Her immaculate antics do not irritate you but have you worried. She taunts your thoughts which do not make you sad but have you thinking and adopting to her perceptions.
She is not a blonde and thank god for that.
Her intelligence permeates all through her and her grip of the moment leaves you dazed. She glows like the dawn breaking out of the mountains and have you dumbfounded.
For the last week she says I make her happy and make her forget her issues. To say I’m honored and flattered justifies my lack of vocabulary of the language.
She would be reading this and would be blushing as she meanders through this non coherent gathering of words.
And that just makes this vagueness shine.
I won’t be the Romeo to sing couplets to the Juliet. But to have her twinkling with muffled laughter is good enough to have this world smile.
So who is she? She is you who reads…
I have an inspiration now…
An inspiration so true, so serene and so beautiful that I cannot help resist the presence, the aura that is circulating her.
Not many people are so gifted. She is amongst those very few. She can have you engaged to her for endless amount of hours and also have you short of breath from the aura she radiates. To say that I’m compelled and taken totally out of my comfort zone with her around is a total understatement.
My thought patterns are mostly immaculate and are in sync with logic. She has erupted all of this out of proportion.
I now feel like a child who’s aligned with fiction. Who gropes at things and associates them with fantasy. She mystifies situations. She smiles and gives happiness a total new meaning. The twinkling eyes remind me of the serene calm sea on which light suspends and shimmers playfully. She restores my believe in the fact that this world is a montage of excitement, happiness and love.
She pulsates on sensitivity. She thinks infinite and she loves pampering. She makes you feel indulged as champagne, she delights you and have you wanting for more. Her immaculate antics do not irritate you but have you worried. She taunts your thoughts which do not make you sad but have you thinking and adopting to her perceptions.
She is not a blonde and thank god for that.
Her intelligence permeates all through her and her grip of the moment leaves you dazed. She glows like the dawn breaking out of the mountains and have you dumbfounded.
For the last week she says I make her happy and make her forget her issues. To say I’m honored and flattered justifies my lack of vocabulary of the language.
She would be reading this and would be blushing as she meanders through this non coherent gathering of words.
And that just makes this vagueness shine.
I won’t be the Romeo to sing couplets to the Juliet. But to have her twinkling with muffled laughter is good enough to have this world smile.
So who is she? She is you who reads…
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