Showing posts with label abstract. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abstract. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Things that make me Happy..!

I am supposed to be writing an article for my department’s wall magazine. I stared at a blank screen for a long time, wrote the article, and then realized I overshot the word limit by over a 1000 words.

I can’t write anything else, and I have to put in something. This is just plain irritating.

Feeling the way I do, right now, which is really really crappy, I decided to do something that always makes me happier.

Make a list.

Things that make me happy:
1.       Sunshine.
2.       Pretty undies.
3.       The smell of rain.
4.       Popcorn at the movies.
5.       Getting ready for a party.
6.       Coffee with hot chocolate powder in it (3 tablespoons) and sugar (1 tablespoon) and a good mug that you can wrap your hands around.
7.       Cake for breakfast.
8.       Food. An endless supply of good food, whenever I want, wherever I want.
9.       Adrenaline.
10.    A gorgeous pair of high heels. 
11.    Thick, sweet smelling lotion.
12.    Woolly slippers.
13.    My mom's jewellery.
14.    A boisterous card game that results in playful shouting and cursing.
15.    Long luxurious sleep-ins and a good morning stretch.
16.    Errant smiles tossed at strangers.
17.    Curls as they crawl down a boy’s neck when his hair is getting a bit too long.
18.    Large glamorous sunglasses.
19.    Fuzzy caterpillars.
20.    The way a summer dress can make you feel.
21.    Swirly doodles.
22.    A pretty notebook with lined paper and interesting, hard covers, and with spiral binding too.
23.    Silk scarves tied around necks.
24.    Burying my toes in warm sand.
25.    Being a big sister.
26.    Anything really sour or really spicy.
27.    Visits to the hair dresser.
28.    Saying the same thing as someone else at the same time. 
29.    Change.
30.    Lavender.
31.    Looking someone deep in the eyes and trying hard not to be the first to look away.
32.    Chocolate.
33.    Precious moments captured on film. 
34.    A cosy sweatshirt.
35.    Laughing so hard your face hurts.
36.    A hot shower.
37.    No lines at a store.
38.    Getting mail.
39.    Taking a drive on a pretty road.
40.    Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
41.    Finding the outfit you want is on sale for half price.
42.    Chocolate milkshake.
43.    A long distance phone call.
44.    Giggling.
45.    Laughing at yourself.
46.    Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
47.    Lists.
48.    Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
49.    Laughing at an inside joke.
50.    Friends.
51.    Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
52.    Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
53.    Having someone play with your hair.
54.    Making chocolate chip cookies.
55.    Riding the best roller coasters over and over.
56.    Getting out of class early, even if it's only five minutes.
57.    Candles, the smell, the flicker.
58.    Storms.
59.    Scrapbook paper.
60.    Ribbons.
61.    Lace.
62.    Oshos.
63.    Dancing.
64.    Puppies.
65.    Swings.
66.    Yoga.
67.    A boy with very nice arms. And wide shoulders.
68.    Singing very loudly in public.
69.    Hopping and skipping. :p
70.    Hugs.
71.    Paycheck at the end of the month.
72.    A nice, fat book.
73.    A good massage.
74.    Turquoise.
75.    Compliments.
76.    Couples that make me go ‘aww.’
77.   Thomas Newman.

This list will keep getting updated as I think of new things. J

Thursday, February 11, 2010

i wrote a thousand love songs
and sang them from my heart
but when i said they're all for you
you laughed and laughed and laughed.


Sunday, January 24, 2010

Leave


"All this time I was wasting
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down.

And it's taken me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again
But not this time around."



I wish you'd leave.
Stop calling.
Stop texting.
Stop talking.


Be either the friend.
Or the lover.
Or maybe, even both.


Just make up your mind.
And tell me what you want.
Or better yet, tell yourself what you want.


"You had me falling for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade."




I'll live.
And so will you.
We'll both be cowards, but who cares..?
We'll find other people, but it won't be the same.


"But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore.

And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry."



And maybe this time, you'll ask me before somebody else does.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Every time..


Every new beginning,
comes from some beginnings end.

Every time you kill me,
I am born again.

Every time you close that door,
Another door is opened.

And every time you say goodbye,
a different word is spoken.

Every time you look at me
my back is facing you,

And every time you ask to see me
I'll have something else to do.

Every time I join your game,
You're not playing fair,

And every time I really love you,
I pretend that I don't care.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

You..


Every time I see your face and
Every time you smile,
Every time I want to kiss your lips,
My love grows all the while.

You leave me wanting nothing more
than wanting more of you.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Beautiful Night..

A beautiful night's a beautiful night
My happiness came like sand in the wind
Oh I think I saw a little poem
Falling off a star…
Oh, I think I saw it
Choosing your eyes as a place to spend time…
Shall I go for a smile?
Shall I keep this to myself?
But I would share it with you,
If you could understand…
-- Elisa

Monday, July 27, 2009

Baskets and Betrayals..

She enters the almost electrically charged concrete arena--excited and hopeful. The players are all done up in 'black and white', all ready to score. She watches as the players preen and prepare the area..eagerly waiting for the games to start (after all, the captain was her friend)..

*She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find
That what you're lookin for has been here the whole time*
Her face falls, as once again, she's the last to be picked for the teams..but this time, she isn't picked at all. She waits for some of the other players to arrive, because she's tired of being on the bleachers on her own, and alone. The captain is pissed off because some of her 'best' players aren't there yet..and probably won't be coming. She asks to be allowed to play, but is brushed aside..maybe she doesn't fit, or maybe she's just not 'close' enough to what the captain needs..

She waits for the game to begin, and watches as another 'experienced' player saunters in. His cocky demeanour has always intrigued her and once again, she wonders, what it would be like, to be Him-- smooth, suave and so comfortable in his own skin.. She's left stunned, as every other player, even the captain, gives him way to lead the game, to mold it to his liking..and once again he leaves her wondering--How..? Is there ever a moment of indecision behind those confident eyes..? Is there ever a stagger behind that cool swagger..?

*How can I decide what’s right,
When you’re clouding up my mind..?
There is something I see in you
It might kill me
I want it to be true*
His eyes fall on his target-- this time its a newbie-- one he's never seen before. He takes his shot--
and leaves it hanging..

She shrugs him off and renews her wait for the game. Half time arrives, and the players replenish themselves. The pseudo game even comes to an end.. and the 'tired' players trudge home. She wonders why she's dressed in the team colours if she's not even going to play..and realises the game ended without her even noticing..

*All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
Too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.*
Late at night, as she sits and wonders why she even wastes her time at these games, her friend calls.. Her friend might get 'invited' to a later game by a certain 'cute' player.. She closes her eyes, smiles and realises just why she continues to go to the games..

And then, she looks down at the empty seat next to her, sighs heavily, and wonders when she'll get to play. And she wonders if she'll find the player whose moves she could match, who'll laugh at her while she fumbles and then hold her and show her how to play..

The wind whips her hair about her face, as she looks off into the darkness, wiping away the sole tear that cuts its jagged path down her cheek..

She still waits for the game to start..
 

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