The Embassy opposite Park Lane is one lucky place.
Because there is a laugh that is so pure and so blunt that I am sure not only sparkles off through those mundane walls, but also permeates to make the sunshine in a pleasing way.
She is very proper, thought provoking and interestingly beautiful. She keeps you captivated with her voice and her speech.
If there were ever a term called a cute hot nerd! She would fit the crown perfect.
She has attitude that runs on her company, she has grace that few could have, and she is shit scared of the transformers at the dentist’s.
Above all she is this wonderful absorbing listener that any friend, companion or comrade will kill for.
So as it goes in the advertising bits of things, this, my friend is a teaser of what a wonderful person you are and how much more wonderful you make my world.
It was not your presence but your absence that made me realize that who leaves you, leaves the violet that completes the rainbow.
So said me, who has you back.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
The date that is fast paced....
He: so why cannot we do this every day? You know I can chauffer you till the rest of my life and for free! You just don’t know how priceless these trips are for me.
She: Shut up!
He: why do you keep saying that?
She: because you need to?
He: what if I don’t?
She: *looks outside* what can I say?
He: Urgh! You hold limitless powers of teasing!
Why do you always turn away and look outside when I am talking? What in the world is so interesting about those fences and stupid bushes that always grab your awareness?
You take away all my sanity. The moments when your eyes glow when you talk, when you squeeze in your lips to say “Hmmm” when you shake your head in disgust, all these gestures of normality are so unique for me and so wonderful that I can ever explain them.
She: Shut up! I don’t believe you. You just smooth talk! And why are you touching my hand? Pervert!
He: *sighs in despair* my not a pervert and I am definitely not a smooth talker. Why do you only categorize my holding of your hand with some fantasized fetish sexual ordeal?
Haye! You’re typically cutely shallow!
She: no I am not! And you are still a pervert!
He: and you are so awesomely cruel which is worth the infinite moments of hurt.
You know what I sense when I touch you? You radiate hope. Your peculiar gentleness leaves me mystified and creates a surge of strength and weakness at the same time.
Your fingers signify that the world is rapture where misery is unknown.
She: whatever! *looks away and smiles*
He: and this feeling I cannot ever explain to you because I opted to love you. In fact you don’t opt to love; you just love someone out of the pure reason of how dynamic the individual is and how unconditional your reasoning is.
Words are a very limited tool to describe my feelings.
She: I don’t believe you.
He: I know I don’t want you to.
She: tum pagal ho! ( you are mad!)
He: No im perfectly sane you just provoke my sanity. You would never understand. Neither would I
She: we have reached! Now will you please?
He: we have?
And I thought my journey had just started.
She: Shut up!
He: why do you keep saying that?
She: because you need to?
He: what if I don’t?
She: *looks outside* what can I say?
He: Urgh! You hold limitless powers of teasing!
Why do you always turn away and look outside when I am talking? What in the world is so interesting about those fences and stupid bushes that always grab your awareness?
You take away all my sanity. The moments when your eyes glow when you talk, when you squeeze in your lips to say “Hmmm” when you shake your head in disgust, all these gestures of normality are so unique for me and so wonderful that I can ever explain them.
She: Shut up! I don’t believe you. You just smooth talk! And why are you touching my hand? Pervert!
He: *sighs in despair* my not a pervert and I am definitely not a smooth talker. Why do you only categorize my holding of your hand with some fantasized fetish sexual ordeal?
Haye! You’re typically cutely shallow!
She: no I am not! And you are still a pervert!
He: and you are so awesomely cruel which is worth the infinite moments of hurt.
You know what I sense when I touch you? You radiate hope. Your peculiar gentleness leaves me mystified and creates a surge of strength and weakness at the same time.
Your fingers signify that the world is rapture where misery is unknown.
She: whatever! *looks away and smiles*
He: and this feeling I cannot ever explain to you because I opted to love you. In fact you don’t opt to love; you just love someone out of the pure reason of how dynamic the individual is and how unconditional your reasoning is.
Words are a very limited tool to describe my feelings.
She: I don’t believe you.
He: I know I don’t want you to.
She: tum pagal ho! ( you are mad!)
He: No im perfectly sane you just provoke my sanity. You would never understand. Neither would I
She: we have reached! Now will you please?
He: we have?
And I thought my journey had just started.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Silence
Emotions are the deepest feelings that an individual can exhibit. They define who we are. No matter how strong or weak, they fabricate our thoughts, our actions and how we opt to live our lives.
My emotions are strong. Really strong.
That’s why I am always hesitant in making friends or get into a relationship. I like to remain independent because once I find an acquaintance; my prowess to dependency takes immediate control.
And that sucks.
My realization of personal space of people disappears instantly. I want to question I want to know what they are doing, I just want to be their shadow.
So when life goes off the road, or takes a rough road, I don’t have a spare tire, everything comes to shatteringly stand still.
The silence and pain of life is so…quiet.
The sounds are maddening and all you can imagine is the black hole in which you are sucked in bit by bit.
We need to keep fantasizing, keep imagining and keep dreaming of the perfect world even if it doesn’t exist.
For as for reality it only hangs by the most exposed thread.
And that scares the living hell out of me.
My emotions are strong. Really strong.
That’s why I am always hesitant in making friends or get into a relationship. I like to remain independent because once I find an acquaintance; my prowess to dependency takes immediate control.
And that sucks.
My realization of personal space of people disappears instantly. I want to question I want to know what they are doing, I just want to be their shadow.
So when life goes off the road, or takes a rough road, I don’t have a spare tire, everything comes to shatteringly stand still.
The silence and pain of life is so…quiet.
The sounds are maddening and all you can imagine is the black hole in which you are sucked in bit by bit.
We need to keep fantasizing, keep imagining and keep dreaming of the perfect world even if it doesn’t exist.
For as for reality it only hangs by the most exposed thread.
And that scares the living hell out of me.
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