Commitment

He slipped the ring onto her finger; it didn't fit. He tried all the fingers of her left and then moved on to the right, only to go back to the left ring finger. It was loose, but he left it there.

"You're a skeleton, you know.", he chuckled.

"Uh huh?"

"Yeah, I need to fatten you up", and he sealed the commitment with a kiss.

Harvest Moon

The moon
hangs low.
Deathly pale
like all life drenched out of it.
Lonesome and mysterious
Distant and bewitching.
The moon speaks of an agony
similar to mine.

Little Surprises

I got a little surprise for Mum today. I brought home my college magazine and guess what, four of my poems got published in there! Poems that are now nearly 3 years old by the way. But still, Mum was delighted. And I guess I'll send some more recent stuff this year. =D

From Inner Joy to Inner Pain

Torture. Love has a way of doing that. Just when you're sailing smoothly, a storm picks up and swings you to and fro, throwing you roughly from shore to ocean and spins and whirls and crushes you like waves in the ocean and tosses you back into the dark sea. There is no way out of this vicious circle. *Sigh*.

That Should Be Me

Here's this JB song I've been drooling over lately. Lyrics are in the video. Enjoy! =(

My Sweet Surrender

Oh God, I am nothing without you!

Only you can build me or destroy me

So here I give myself to you

Please take care of me!

Post-Eid

The best thing about Eid-ul-Fitr is applying mehndi on your hands and interestingly enough that's the only thing I ever did this Eid.

I love the fresh aroma of henna and the intricate patterns of designs sort of take me into a realm of fantasy....

Anyhow here's my piece of art to flaunt with till the colour remains!

Pain

Piercing

Agony

Inflicting

Nostalgia

Music of My Soul

A rhythm forms a melody within me

picks up a beat

then dies out.

It comes again

sweeter, stronger, more rhythmic

I hum back to it

memorise it

and sing it t myself

It's the music of my soul.

It's Coming!

The feeling of approaching winter is like the awesomest feeling in the world. And guess what, I'm feeling it since yesterday. Whoa. I totally love the bright blue skies with fluffy white clouds. Winter's on its way!

Boredom Front

I woke up in the middle of the night and threw up, like practically. But I'm feeling sicker now. Bored too. And terribly lonely, though it's Eid today. *sigh* Weirdness. :/

Anyway, Happy Eid everyone!

A Yearning That Hangs On Still

A shuffling of footsteps.

I look out, but there’s no one.

I try to fall back to sleep, staring up at the sky peppered with stars.

Something warm touches my shoulder lightly.

I look back, but there’s nothing.

I feel my guardian angel’s presence.

A longing.

A yearning

that hangs on still.

Haiku - Beauty

Beauty is old age.
For beauty is in wisdom,
which never dies young.

Surface Tension

Negativity hangs
like a cloud
enshrouding body
and soul.
Needing
just a ray
to break
the surface tension.