She
The headphones come out
Slipped on to her head
With her hair tucked back
She switches on the ipod
Music fills her
And the world fades away
The lapse of time between songs, brings her back to reality
She does not hate the world
She prefers the world beneath the shadow of music
Where she gets to dream about him
The elusive prince charming
She has dreamt about him many a times
Reaching out for him
Waking up and grasping at thin air
So she settles for music
Listening to songs which make her happy
In her own world, she dreams about him
My prince - My matthew
He
She is staring at me
But yet does not see me
Her fingertips drumming to the music
Which is engulfing her
Her eyes, open
But she is far away
A smile creeps on to her face
I wonder who she is thinking about
Lucky enought to be in her thoughts
Blessed to be the reaosn she smiles
She gets up to walk away.
I want to stop her
To hold her and never let go
She passes I do nothing
I am intoxicated by her essence
There she goes
I chide my self for being afraid
I, Matthew continue to yearn
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Hands
Yesterday they were her hands
Today they are mine
You held her hand, you held my hand
But thats where the similarity ends
Your hand intertwined with hers
Our hands just rested together
Like pieces in a puzzle
Fitted together, because they have too
Even the slightest pressure from your finger tips
Would tell me so much
Wish we held hands
Like, lovers not willing to let go
Your hand engulfing mine
Protecting me, loving me
And as our hands touched
I felt your imprint on my soul
Do you feel the same way?
Do you realize what you do to me?
I guess not
While you held my hand
you merged with hers.
Today they are mine
You held her hand, you held my hand
But thats where the similarity ends
Your hand intertwined with hers
Our hands just rested together
Like pieces in a puzzle
Fitted together, because they have too
Even the slightest pressure from your finger tips
Would tell me so much
Wish we held hands
Like, lovers not willing to let go
Your hand engulfing mine
Protecting me, loving me
And as our hands touched
I felt your imprint on my soul
Do you feel the same way?
Do you realize what you do to me?
I guess not
While you held my hand
you merged with hers.
Monday, September 17, 2007
How time flies…
I am back in Kodai… completely exhausted but glad to be back in Kodai. Chidambaram is not really my place for a hang out…
But talk about the fun filled 13 days in Chidambaram will come to you in another post… for now the topic is time…
How time flies…. I say that a lot and it got me thinking…. That time does fly
(very profound.. give me a break I just got off a 10 hour bus journey and am straight into work)
It is 11:43 am (17 September 2007) – and I am at work and working on my blog J
Yesterday at this very time I was finishing off my practical exam for my masters program and was dam excited that I never had to come back to Chidambaram ever again
Last week at this very moment, I was sitting in theory class… I was sitting in Alexander’s class listening to him state that women are where they are because men allow them to be there
(different post to completely refute that!)
Two weeks before that, I was sitting in Satsanga, reading Shantaram (a must read) drinking a glass of chilled beer and eating Takasi (which is feta cheese, herbs etc made into a paste and served with freshly toasted garlic bread.. mmm)
Three weeks ago, I don’t remember exactly what I was doing… but probably in office… drinking some kick ass organic brewed coffee, listening to music and working on MSA documents
(Word can drive me crazy with its stupid formatting)
A month ago, I was sitting with a hot water bottle in excruciating pain, after injuring my back and not letting it heal…
(I can never say no to a game of volleyball...!)
Two months ago, I was dorm parent for a couple of days and taking care of a sick friend… nurse shreez to the rescue.
Three months ago, I was in London.. living it up
Four months ago, I was teary eyed at the fact they were graduating and I would not have them knocking at my door
A year ago, I was just starting my contract in Kodai. learning – that things would never be the same again.
Two years ago – I was in Hyderabad. Wondering what I was doing with my life. Was in love (or at least some thing I thought was love)
Three years ago, I was still in college. Sitting in class… listening intently if it was organizational behavior class.. else passing random notes hyper and IG
Four years ago, I was still in college – but life was all about @, Was thinking, which appointments I needed to make and how to get the numbers for my department.
Five years ago, I just joined college. I was at NLDS… no voice, no sleep, lots of dancing – extremely kicked.
Ten years ago, I joined a new school. Was the quiet wall flower (was is the operative word). Dying in the humid weather, with the horrible pink and white stripped uniform. (yuck!)
Fifteen years ago, I was in grade 2. Would have been having break time now, eating jam and cheese sandwiches. (I miss break time)
Twenty years ago, I would have been 2 and half years old. (extremely adorable and cute, like I still aren’t). Talking non stop, and making people say “What an adorable little girl”
I was
Daddy’s ‘precious’
Mama’s little girl
Bhaiya’s – bratty little sister
One grandmothers – favorite (she never said it, but I knew it)
Another grandmothers – least favorite grandchild (she said it, over and over again)
Aunt & Uncle’s – favorite niece
I am
Daddy’s ‘precious’
Mama’s little girl, who’s growing up
Bhaiya’s – confidant & friend
Grandmother’s – favorite (both of them)
Aunt & Uncle’s – I don’t know where I stand
How time flies…!
But talk about the fun filled 13 days in Chidambaram will come to you in another post… for now the topic is time…
How time flies…. I say that a lot and it got me thinking…. That time does fly
(very profound.. give me a break I just got off a 10 hour bus journey and am straight into work)
It is 11:43 am (17 September 2007) – and I am at work and working on my blog J
Yesterday at this very time I was finishing off my practical exam for my masters program and was dam excited that I never had to come back to Chidambaram ever again
Last week at this very moment, I was sitting in theory class… I was sitting in Alexander’s class listening to him state that women are where they are because men allow them to be there
(different post to completely refute that!)
Two weeks before that, I was sitting in Satsanga, reading Shantaram (a must read) drinking a glass of chilled beer and eating Takasi (which is feta cheese, herbs etc made into a paste and served with freshly toasted garlic bread.. mmm)
Three weeks ago, I don’t remember exactly what I was doing… but probably in office… drinking some kick ass organic brewed coffee, listening to music and working on MSA documents
(Word can drive me crazy with its stupid formatting)
A month ago, I was sitting with a hot water bottle in excruciating pain, after injuring my back and not letting it heal…
(I can never say no to a game of volleyball...!)
Two months ago, I was dorm parent for a couple of days and taking care of a sick friend… nurse shreez to the rescue.
Three months ago, I was in London.. living it up
Four months ago, I was teary eyed at the fact they were graduating and I would not have them knocking at my door
A year ago, I was just starting my contract in Kodai. learning – that things would never be the same again.
Two years ago – I was in Hyderabad. Wondering what I was doing with my life. Was in love (or at least some thing I thought was love)
Three years ago, I was still in college. Sitting in class… listening intently if it was organizational behavior class.. else passing random notes hyper and IG
Four years ago, I was still in college – but life was all about @, Was thinking, which appointments I needed to make and how to get the numbers for my department.
Five years ago, I just joined college. I was at NLDS… no voice, no sleep, lots of dancing – extremely kicked.
Ten years ago, I joined a new school. Was the quiet wall flower (was is the operative word). Dying in the humid weather, with the horrible pink and white stripped uniform. (yuck!)
Fifteen years ago, I was in grade 2. Would have been having break time now, eating jam and cheese sandwiches. (I miss break time)
Twenty years ago, I would have been 2 and half years old. (extremely adorable and cute, like I still aren’t). Talking non stop, and making people say “What an adorable little girl”
I was
Daddy’s ‘precious’
Mama’s little girl
Bhaiya’s – bratty little sister
One grandmothers – favorite (she never said it, but I knew it)
Another grandmothers – least favorite grandchild (she said it, over and over again)
Aunt & Uncle’s – favorite niece
I am
Daddy’s ‘precious’
Mama’s little girl, who’s growing up
Bhaiya’s – confidant & friend
Grandmother’s – favorite (both of them)
Aunt & Uncle’s – I don’t know where I stand
How time flies…!
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