stranger to a lover

I fell for a man,

who was honest & kind

All things serious & not

almost like a mixture of honey & lime.

More lime than honey maybe,

the kind that makes your lips pucker

He riled me up sometimes,

but most times he brought me succour.

Deep belly laughs &

Quiet nights of staring

Musical marathons

& even more chatting & sharing.

He held me gently

& listened to my stories,

Discovering old scars & new dreams,

traversing uncharted territories.

We bloomed in times of darkness

when light was hard to be found,

He was my guiding torch of reason,

but in him, I also found my wilderness uncrowned

Slowly i let this magical bud flower

I walked the path unsteadily & unsure

I then began to run & dove in,

Turning him from a stranger to a lover.

Comments

Zindagi Migzara.

As I dimmed the lights of my room last night, Singapore's hot and humid air changed to a gush of strong cold wind. The curtains fluttered and made my ddlj cow bells ring. I turned and stared at them for a long time. I readjusted the laptop on my bed and plonked myself against two big pillows. My eyes closed themselves. There was a silence that was neither deafening nor lonely. It was just what silence is meant to be.... silent. And my curtains moved again, moving the bells with them. The bells took me back to Shahrukh and his movies. I opened my eyes and looked at those bells for a long long time. My mom had picked them up from Switzerland for me. I thought of her and teared up. I wanted her now. I wanted her touch. It was 10pm at home in India and at this time, after dinner and closing the kitchen, my mother, takes a shower. She comes out of the bathroom, and brings with her a waft of her talcum powder and her body lotion. That fragrance can make you forget all your worries...

Heer and Sahiba

हीर हीर ना आँखा उडियो मैं ते साहिबा होई घोड़ी लेके आवे ले जाए घोड़ी लेके आवे ले जाए ओ मेनू , ले जाए मिर्ज़ा कोई ले जाए मिर्ज़ा कोई ले जाए मिर्ज़ा कोई -Gulzar -- Jab Tak Hain Jaan I love this song from Jab Tak Hain Jaan. While its difficult to capture the essence of the song in words, I'll try to. In Indian/Punjabi folklore, there are two very famous love stories : Sahiba - Mirza and Heer - Ranjha. In both tales, the lovers dont live happily ever after. In the second story, heer and ranjha never get together, heer's brothers taking the couple's love as an insult to the family's reputation kill him. In the first tale of Sahiba and Mirza, Mirza comes on a horse and takes Sahiba away, for a life together. But their journey is interrupted by Sahiba's brothers, who kill Mirza, thus ending the love story. In the song, a lady sings and says - don't call me Heer, I'm wish my destiny is like that of Sahiba's, i aeait a Mirza, who'l...

Goodbye 29 - July 9

9. Nine is what my mom calls me - it is my nickname and a few of my closest friend call me nine. I love that name. When i first wanted to open a bakery by myself, i wanted to call it nine. :) I thought that would allow for so many cool marketing opportunities plus it was a personal story as well. Anyway, I am no longer opening a bakery and I'm not calling it nine. Well not yet at least - never say never. Today I am going to talk about a very frivolous thing, only because I am in a frivolous kind of mood. It's fashion. I was pathetic at putting things together growing up. One, I had immense body image issues plus I also did not have a very good sense of what looks good on me - i would try stuff that looked good on others hoping it would sit well on me as well. I didn't know what colours went together or what jewellery matched what outfit and I knew nothing about make up. And my hair. I didn't know what to do with it, I don't think I still do a good job with my ...

Zendagi Migzara

Search This Blog