This poem is written by my friend Neetish Pradhan.
Please read this poem, this is my favorite one.
my thoughts......
My thoughts are hidden
Lost in forbidden lands
Ridden with riddles
I think, I cannot
I cannot think
My thoughts betray me
Run off into the hidden corners of my mind
They are numerous and they all hide
If I look for them in one place….
I cannot look in one place
My thoughts are scattered
And so is my mind
But if I look, tumbling blindly into one place
They trample off to another
I know not where they go
And without thoughts I cannot think
My thoughts are hidden
Hidden in the void that is my mind
Void of thoughts, empty, lost….
Lost in forbidden lands
I am lost,
And I cannot think
For my thoughts are hidden…..
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
does she have a crush on me??
……have been listening to love songs. The music triggering my senses. In such a state, can’t stay idle anymore, just staring at the ceiling, so I have made up my mind. I will now spin yarns and say that these are what really happened and someday, sometime, who knows….? I might be reeling these anecdotes of a high school crush, and my readers will be picturing it as an amusing, romantic story that they can somehow associate themselves with….
She walks down the corridor, takes a sharp turn at the corner, holding a few neatly covered books in her beautifully manicured hands, a pink shawl over her buxom breasts and curvy back…. She suddenly halts her pace, stares with her dark eyelashes right through my eyes in a smiling gape. I too share the glance for a few seconds collecting my memories of where I had seen her before. It strikes my cranial nerves...oh yea….
She is the runner up in some pageant hunt. May be she gaped at my unkempt, shaggy, curly, rumpled, celestial hair [exaggerating] and wondered, “what the heaven is right with this world!”
That was all about how she (miss runner up) and I got to see each other for the first time (and the last time). And then we walked our own way.
There was this girl, Sarah, in my class. She has a sleeky silky light brown hair, her eyes…. Could never see them through the powered specs, her dresses- shirt and pant, sometimes t-shirt and pant. Her complexion – white, bright glowing white as if sun was burrowing her light, and her calcium white teeth- always hidden by her soft smile.
I was like any other guy, I mean like any other C-grade guys who would have never had their practicals signed on the required date and got red markings for missing almost 60 % of the classes. Sarah, straight A. you gotta see her penmanship; you will stop writing and start typing instead.
She walks into the class room, in a sinuous grace of a cat [exaggerating again]. ineffable feelings of attraction surging up through my spine. But I had to subdue and disguise my emotions, act stoic while brooding about her all day. Oh…, how I wished to talk to her, be close to her and see her from a nearer distance. We were already in IInd year and yet still, I was oblivious to her in a class of 54 students. Why wouldn’t god make my bench closer to hers in defiance to the teacher who had put us in the opposite corners of the room, where she couldn’t even hear my snoring in the class…!
Busted!!! I got caught for bunking the class while hiding in the library in order to copy the practical assignments. Straight to the Reverend Antony (principal of our college) for the third time already. I had to do something now because the practical file of my friend who had lent that to me was confiscated. And still I had botany and physics practicals remaining to be copied (from somebody who already got them signed and up to date).
There, an A student Sarah had all her practicals up to date and approved. Besides, now none of my friends would loan me their practical. I mustered up all my courage, took a deep breath and headed toward her, asked her straight,” Sarah, could you lend me your practicals?” to my astonishment, she nodded “yes”. I bet her ear drums could get the accelerated beat of my heart, and since I have this sanguine complexion, I couldn’t stop myself going all red, right up to my ears.
That’s how we started to talk to each other, though it was always my initiating; and the topic, of course, was about me burrowing her practicals and other assignments. But there was no other form of discourses whatsoever and the happening conversations only had my asking to her and Sarah lending her files to me. How I wished so hard that we could have some quality time together…
I never got more of her luring timbre after the final board exam. Only when I dreamt, I got to see her.
“Her angelic face gilded in the morning dew
She endowed with 32 virtues that the heavens brew
But only in my dream was it true
And the only dream I always wanted to pass through”
How I hoped that the dream would morph into reality. My pathos, poignant melancholy,… my pathetic condition.
While chatting, I met one of my college buddy. I got Sarah’s email address from him. I added her. She accepted. And then it started.
I am a boy, a boy who barely speaks to any girls. She was the only girl I had accosted to. Wait...! I also had nice terms with another girl, Saloni who was Sarah’s friend and girl friend of my very good pal Lucky. Though shy in person, I am very good at chatting. I am like master of words when it comes to virtual society (cyber world) [still exaggerating].
Sarah and I chatted a few minutes about our academic future plans. I asked her mobile number. We shared out numbers. And that’s how I got the phone number of a girl for the first time in my 18 year old life.
It was the arrival of the New Year, the bell gonged 12. I was sleeping like a polar bear, until this freaking scream of a guy ranting ‘Incoming’ which would go ultrasonic as the pitch sharpened along the ranting (which is my ring tone by the way) broke my slumber. As I pressed the ‘miss call list’ button and looked at who dared to wake me up, my eyes widened and pupils dilated. It was Sarah herself who miss-called me. My heart was pounding harder and harder trying to blast my diaphragm, and my mind was unable to think of anything productive.
I just rolled my eye-balls to the back of my head and tried to sleep. It was hard to believe that what just happened wasn’t a part of my dream.
I woke up at 4am and send her an SMS saying “may your abode be bright and radiating even in the nights of load shedding, Happy New Year”. (I had sent the same message to all my friends whose numbers were saved in my mobile. But she was the only girl in there).
Morning 7am, I got a message. It was her again, replying
“gudmornin n happy new yr!! was gr8 2 receive ur msg, stil remember d coll days n ur swt smile. Keep smiling”.
I paused for a while. Couldn’t believe my eyes. I was a free spirit flying higher and higher. I smiled the whole morning. My day was done. For the first time, reality seemed to be more beautiful that the dream.
I got her miss call again after a few days at the midnight. It had scared me, so I sent her this:
“hey! U cald me?
Mis u havin around, but u scard me now. Hope u r fine, I’m worried abt u. was it u who cald me or did sb else usd yo cel?
Nyway, hav fun!
Plz let me kno If u cald me, gud nite!”
I felt so stupid jackass after I re-read what I had just sent. But I was really scared coz I was not used to any calls at the midnight, usually at the time when I would be having a nightmare. And the ring tone itself was scarier.
Do you wanna know what she sent me back?
“it’s me yar. Y u scard? It’s ur fren Sarah n m doin prty gud.
It was a miscal 2 remind u of me.
Mis u 2 n ur cute smile. Wonder when I’l get 2 c it again! Wel take care. :)”.
Then I changed my ring tone and put a special love song ‘I believe’ from Korean romantic film ‘My Sassy Girl’ ascribed to her number. So whenever I had ‘I believe’ playing in my mobile, I would know it was her.
While I was still waiting for the results of back-paper of the subjects I had flunked in, she had already been admitted to the best engineering college of Nepal. I congratulated her for getting into the coveted college, and asked how her days were. Do you know what she sent me back?
“me doin fine. Wel, col is ok bt mis Xaviers. Mis u guys a lot. Keep in touch n tc.
N keep smiling n keep rockin”
It was Jan28. I stopped sending her messages or miss-calls because I was hurt a bit by the ‘guys’ part. I felt as if I was just one of the many guys in the crowd, and I felt that I meant nothing special to her. But she sent me miss-calls on Feb5 and finally, on the night of Feb14, V-day, at the midnight again.
This was flattering to me than ever. I just got a miss-call, that on the V-day, from the least expected person. I couldn’t stop grinning and flashing out my rabbit white teeth. Butterfly fluttering around me, jingle bells on my ears…. I was absolutely mesmerized, just by her miss-call, probably because that was from somebody I wanted to be with, most probably because that was my first time getting some attention on a Valentine’s Day.
I sent her an SMS saying “happy V-nite. Have a swt dream n take care”. And within a few minutes, incoming along with piano of ‘I believe’,
“Same 2 u n thank u.
U too have a sound slp n the swtst dream (jus like u)!”
Her perfectly sweet SMS bowled me duck. But again I argued to myself that it was just my fancy. Why would she have a crush on me anyway? it was hard to fathom what she meant to imply. I desperately needed to extricate myself from this unwarranted crush.
Every time she gave me a miss-call, it induced all the emotions that lied inert before. I used to moon over and over again, on the messages she sent.
How I wanted to message her-
“My embrace will keep you warm
In the glacial cold
My breath will fan you a zephyr
In the scalding hot”
But I didn’t.
The fear of getting rejected hovered over the tangled nerve circuit of my practically empty skull.
How I wished to write-
“I am zapped by the pangs of doting beauty
And that beauty is you…….”
But instead I resorted to “I admire you”
She replied me back “I admire you too...”
That’s all that happened till now.
I guess something is better to be implied, than to be spoken out. I could do a PhD in that one line message I just got.
She walks down the corridor, takes a sharp turn at the corner, holding a few neatly covered books in her beautifully manicured hands, a pink shawl over her buxom breasts and curvy back…. She suddenly halts her pace, stares with her dark eyelashes right through my eyes in a smiling gape. I too share the glance for a few seconds collecting my memories of where I had seen her before. It strikes my cranial nerves...oh yea….
She is the runner up in some pageant hunt. May be she gaped at my unkempt, shaggy, curly, rumpled, celestial hair [exaggerating] and wondered, “what the heaven is right with this world!”
That was all about how she (miss runner up) and I got to see each other for the first time (and the last time). And then we walked our own way.
There was this girl, Sarah, in my class. She has a sleeky silky light brown hair, her eyes…. Could never see them through the powered specs, her dresses- shirt and pant, sometimes t-shirt and pant. Her complexion – white, bright glowing white as if sun was burrowing her light, and her calcium white teeth- always hidden by her soft smile.
I was like any other guy, I mean like any other C-grade guys who would have never had their practicals signed on the required date and got red markings for missing almost 60 % of the classes. Sarah, straight A. you gotta see her penmanship; you will stop writing and start typing instead.
She walks into the class room, in a sinuous grace of a cat [exaggerating again]. ineffable feelings of attraction surging up through my spine. But I had to subdue and disguise my emotions, act stoic while brooding about her all day. Oh…, how I wished to talk to her, be close to her and see her from a nearer distance. We were already in IInd year and yet still, I was oblivious to her in a class of 54 students. Why wouldn’t god make my bench closer to hers in defiance to the teacher who had put us in the opposite corners of the room, where she couldn’t even hear my snoring in the class…!
Busted!!! I got caught for bunking the class while hiding in the library in order to copy the practical assignments. Straight to the Reverend Antony (principal of our college) for the third time already. I had to do something now because the practical file of my friend who had lent that to me was confiscated. And still I had botany and physics practicals remaining to be copied (from somebody who already got them signed and up to date).
There, an A student Sarah had all her practicals up to date and approved. Besides, now none of my friends would loan me their practical. I mustered up all my courage, took a deep breath and headed toward her, asked her straight,” Sarah, could you lend me your practicals?” to my astonishment, she nodded “yes”. I bet her ear drums could get the accelerated beat of my heart, and since I have this sanguine complexion, I couldn’t stop myself going all red, right up to my ears.
That’s how we started to talk to each other, though it was always my initiating; and the topic, of course, was about me burrowing her practicals and other assignments. But there was no other form of discourses whatsoever and the happening conversations only had my asking to her and Sarah lending her files to me. How I wished so hard that we could have some quality time together…
I never got more of her luring timbre after the final board exam. Only when I dreamt, I got to see her.
“Her angelic face gilded in the morning dew
She endowed with 32 virtues that the heavens brew
But only in my dream was it true
And the only dream I always wanted to pass through”
How I hoped that the dream would morph into reality. My pathos, poignant melancholy,… my pathetic condition.
While chatting, I met one of my college buddy. I got Sarah’s email address from him. I added her. She accepted. And then it started.
I am a boy, a boy who barely speaks to any girls. She was the only girl I had accosted to. Wait...! I also had nice terms with another girl, Saloni who was Sarah’s friend and girl friend of my very good pal Lucky. Though shy in person, I am very good at chatting. I am like master of words when it comes to virtual society (cyber world) [still exaggerating].
Sarah and I chatted a few minutes about our academic future plans. I asked her mobile number. We shared out numbers. And that’s how I got the phone number of a girl for the first time in my 18 year old life.
It was the arrival of the New Year, the bell gonged 12. I was sleeping like a polar bear, until this freaking scream of a guy ranting ‘Incoming’ which would go ultrasonic as the pitch sharpened along the ranting (which is my ring tone by the way) broke my slumber. As I pressed the ‘miss call list’ button and looked at who dared to wake me up, my eyes widened and pupils dilated. It was Sarah herself who miss-called me. My heart was pounding harder and harder trying to blast my diaphragm, and my mind was unable to think of anything productive.
I just rolled my eye-balls to the back of my head and tried to sleep. It was hard to believe that what just happened wasn’t a part of my dream.
I woke up at 4am and send her an SMS saying “may your abode be bright and radiating even in the nights of load shedding, Happy New Year”. (I had sent the same message to all my friends whose numbers were saved in my mobile. But she was the only girl in there).
Morning 7am, I got a message. It was her again, replying
“gudmornin n happy new yr!! was gr8 2 receive ur msg, stil remember d coll days n ur swt smile. Keep smiling”.
I paused for a while. Couldn’t believe my eyes. I was a free spirit flying higher and higher. I smiled the whole morning. My day was done. For the first time, reality seemed to be more beautiful that the dream.
I got her miss call again after a few days at the midnight. It had scared me, so I sent her this:
“hey! U cald me?
Mis u havin around, but u scard me now. Hope u r fine, I’m worried abt u. was it u who cald me or did sb else usd yo cel?
Nyway, hav fun!
Plz let me kno If u cald me, gud nite!”
I felt so stupid jackass after I re-read what I had just sent. But I was really scared coz I was not used to any calls at the midnight, usually at the time when I would be having a nightmare. And the ring tone itself was scarier.
Do you wanna know what she sent me back?
“it’s me yar. Y u scard? It’s ur fren Sarah n m doin prty gud.
It was a miscal 2 remind u of me.
Mis u 2 n ur cute smile. Wonder when I’l get 2 c it again! Wel take care. :)”.
Then I changed my ring tone and put a special love song ‘I believe’ from Korean romantic film ‘My Sassy Girl’ ascribed to her number. So whenever I had ‘I believe’ playing in my mobile, I would know it was her.
While I was still waiting for the results of back-paper of the subjects I had flunked in, she had already been admitted to the best engineering college of Nepal. I congratulated her for getting into the coveted college, and asked how her days were. Do you know what she sent me back?
“me doin fine. Wel, col is ok bt mis Xaviers. Mis u guys a lot. Keep in touch n tc.
N keep smiling n keep rockin”
It was Jan28. I stopped sending her messages or miss-calls because I was hurt a bit by the ‘guys’ part. I felt as if I was just one of the many guys in the crowd, and I felt that I meant nothing special to her. But she sent me miss-calls on Feb5 and finally, on the night of Feb14, V-day, at the midnight again.
This was flattering to me than ever. I just got a miss-call, that on the V-day, from the least expected person. I couldn’t stop grinning and flashing out my rabbit white teeth. Butterfly fluttering around me, jingle bells on my ears…. I was absolutely mesmerized, just by her miss-call, probably because that was from somebody I wanted to be with, most probably because that was my first time getting some attention on a Valentine’s Day.
I sent her an SMS saying “happy V-nite. Have a swt dream n take care”. And within a few minutes, incoming along with piano of ‘I believe’,
“Same 2 u n thank u.
U too have a sound slp n the swtst dream (jus like u)!”
Her perfectly sweet SMS bowled me duck. But again I argued to myself that it was just my fancy. Why would she have a crush on me anyway? it was hard to fathom what she meant to imply. I desperately needed to extricate myself from this unwarranted crush.
Every time she gave me a miss-call, it induced all the emotions that lied inert before. I used to moon over and over again, on the messages she sent.
How I wanted to message her-
“My embrace will keep you warm
In the glacial cold
My breath will fan you a zephyr
In the scalding hot”
But I didn’t.
The fear of getting rejected hovered over the tangled nerve circuit of my practically empty skull.
How I wished to write-
“I am zapped by the pangs of doting beauty
And that beauty is you…….”
But instead I resorted to “I admire you”
She replied me back “I admire you too...”
That’s all that happened till now.
I guess something is better to be implied, than to be spoken out. I could do a PhD in that one line message I just got.
Monday, February 16, 2009
it started with a homemade card
(( this story is attributed to my fren ' Naughty Dog '. i really love this story, kinda reminds me of my schooldays honestly...))
It started with a Homemade Card
By micman60
AN: Hi, and welcome to my 1st fanfic based in the real world. ALL the names are straight out of my life, but the scenarios are just made up. To tell you the truth i DID make a homemade card for the girl in this story, but ended up putting it near 1 of her friend's bags with a note asking it be delivered to her. I don't know if she got it. Enjoy.
AN2: EVERYTHING in this chapter happened until the card giving
Chapter 1: Valentine's Day
It was a cold friday the 13th of Febuary. The school decided to run a service where you could pay for a rose, song or poem and they would be delivered through classtime. I was a little short of cash and couldn't pay for the poem i wrote for her.
Jade.
Now don't get me wrong, poems are great. but they aren't really up my alley. the last poem i wrote involved a dog, a squirrel, a carcrusher and a woodchipper. But i studied for a week just to write this one. i named it "Ode to Jade".
Jade. A good friend to all.
A wonder, mysterious in a way.
Impossible to look away.
Be my Valentine
See? Short but good. Anyway, i got the idea the day before during math class. Mr Rothie was teaching fractions. I remembered that it was nearly Valentine's Day, and i would need to do something this year to boost my self confidence. the year before when i made a card for someone else. it didn't really turn out too well (Translation: i ended up emoing around for the rest of the year), but i knew this year would be better. ...Even though it was gonna be friday the 13th. please don't question my logic.
That lesson, i got out a book i just scribbled in and tore out some of the cardboard cover. i got out my glue stick and some paper and glued it to the cardboard so i could write easier. With a small bit of book cardboard i made a heart shape and coloured it red. then i stuck it on the card, writing "Happy" up the top and "Valentine's Day!" down the bottom.
In the middle i wrote "I hope our hearts can meet someday", followed by another heart below it. below THAT was "From a secret admirer." I admired my handywork before writing the ode on the back.
As soon as me, my mother and my sister got home, Rebecca reminded Mum about her Centrelink apointment, and suddenly i was home alone. i went onto anime forum, then went and got a small envelope and my trusty red texta, writing "Jade" on the front before drawing love hearts around it.
As i unpeeled the sticky back, i wondered of this was a good idea. i mean, what if a repeat of last year happened?
[FLASHBACK]
The final bell rung. The school day had ended. Time was up. Because of my cowardice, i had failed to give "Her" the card. i dropped it in the bin, vowing never to love again.
[END FLASHBACK]
But this person was the one, i could feel it in my heart. there was something about that girl, a mystery. and i was gonna find out. Sealing the envelope, i headed to the computer as my family walked through the door.
Next day, letter in my pencil case, i strode into school, as confident as i could be. I sat my way through 2 classes before geography, the only subject where me and Jade shared a classroom. My teacher Mr Watson said he misread his timetable and we had to help him set up the All Weather Shelter for something.
There were only 2 good chances and i blew them. We were walking down to the hall and i saw her bag was unzipped. i thought 'Now's the chance!' but i thought i would have a better one. Inside the hall, i saw her bag and thought maybe i could drop it as i walk by. Once again i hesitated. Chance missed.
[THE REST IS FANTASY]
It was 5 minutes until the bell for the special activities and i couldn't find Jade anywhere. 4 minutes and i had looked nearly everywhere. 3 minutes and i had seen her run from the canteen, tears running from her face. 2. i tried to catch up but couldn't. so i did all i could. i shouted "JADE!". 1. She looked around and stopped. by the time i made it to her, there were 10 seconds left. "Here. Happy Valentines." was all i managed to get out as a rush of adrenaline hit me. as she looked at it, i kissed her cheek before rushing off again.
We were asked to line up in rolecall position and to choose from 2 activities: a movie (WALL-E) or a "concert." i chose the movie. As i went in and sat down, i wondered if i had done the right thing. Maybe it was too soon. and as i pondered, Jade sat next to me. i was oblivious until she said."Hi."
I nearly fell out of my chair. She was sitting next to me. In a movie partially about romance. After i gave her a card. "H...Hi." i stuttered nervously, trying to regain my posture. We sat in silence for a few seconds before she said "That card was really sweet. Thank you.". I said "No problem"
"You know, i was gonna get you a card, but i was a little bit short on money." she said, her hair glowing in the light from the windows. "I never thought of making one. I guess i should give you something in return". "You don't have to, really." i replied, my knees shaking and thus giving me away. Noticing this, she said just audibly " No, i insist."
Before i knew it, our lips were locked in a passionate embrace. All i really did was sit there in pure shock. i did NOT plan on this happening. But before i knew it i was returning the favor. "Look! Jade's got a boyfriend!" Someone yelled. Soon the whole auditorium was cheering. as we broke apart, i whispered "Thank you" gently into her ear. "No problem." she replied as she put her head on my sholder as the movie started.
THE END
AN: Those last few paragraphs were an alternate take on reality that i think MIGHT have happened if i had given the card to her face to face. This should be multichapter, but it's future is unclear. i'll think about it, as some of the ideas im thinking might have to wait a while until i recall my link from Bebo.
It started with a Homemade Card
By micman60
AN: Hi, and welcome to my 1st fanfic based in the real world. ALL the names are straight out of my life, but the scenarios are just made up. To tell you the truth i DID make a homemade card for the girl in this story, but ended up putting it near 1 of her friend's bags with a note asking it be delivered to her. I don't know if she got it. Enjoy.
AN2: EVERYTHING in this chapter happened until the card giving
Chapter 1: Valentine's Day
It was a cold friday the 13th of Febuary. The school decided to run a service where you could pay for a rose, song or poem and they would be delivered through classtime. I was a little short of cash and couldn't pay for the poem i wrote for her.
Jade.
Now don't get me wrong, poems are great. but they aren't really up my alley. the last poem i wrote involved a dog, a squirrel, a carcrusher and a woodchipper. But i studied for a week just to write this one. i named it "Ode to Jade".
Jade. A good friend to all.
A wonder, mysterious in a way.
Impossible to look away.
Be my Valentine
See? Short but good. Anyway, i got the idea the day before during math class. Mr Rothie was teaching fractions. I remembered that it was nearly Valentine's Day, and i would need to do something this year to boost my self confidence. the year before when i made a card for someone else. it didn't really turn out too well (Translation: i ended up emoing around for the rest of the year), but i knew this year would be better. ...Even though it was gonna be friday the 13th. please don't question my logic.
That lesson, i got out a book i just scribbled in and tore out some of the cardboard cover. i got out my glue stick and some paper and glued it to the cardboard so i could write easier. With a small bit of book cardboard i made a heart shape and coloured it red. then i stuck it on the card, writing "Happy" up the top and "Valentine's Day!" down the bottom.
In the middle i wrote "I hope our hearts can meet someday", followed by another heart below it. below THAT was "From a secret admirer." I admired my handywork before writing the ode on the back.
As soon as me, my mother and my sister got home, Rebecca reminded Mum about her Centrelink apointment, and suddenly i was home alone. i went onto anime forum, then went and got a small envelope and my trusty red texta, writing "Jade" on the front before drawing love hearts around it.
As i unpeeled the sticky back, i wondered of this was a good idea. i mean, what if a repeat of last year happened?
[FLASHBACK]
The final bell rung. The school day had ended. Time was up. Because of my cowardice, i had failed to give "Her" the card. i dropped it in the bin, vowing never to love again.
[END FLASHBACK]
But this person was the one, i could feel it in my heart. there was something about that girl, a mystery. and i was gonna find out. Sealing the envelope, i headed to the computer as my family walked through the door.
Next day, letter in my pencil case, i strode into school, as confident as i could be. I sat my way through 2 classes before geography, the only subject where me and Jade shared a classroom. My teacher Mr Watson said he misread his timetable and we had to help him set up the All Weather Shelter for something.
There were only 2 good chances and i blew them. We were walking down to the hall and i saw her bag was unzipped. i thought 'Now's the chance!' but i thought i would have a better one. Inside the hall, i saw her bag and thought maybe i could drop it as i walk by. Once again i hesitated. Chance missed.
[THE REST IS FANTASY]
It was 5 minutes until the bell for the special activities and i couldn't find Jade anywhere. 4 minutes and i had looked nearly everywhere. 3 minutes and i had seen her run from the canteen, tears running from her face. 2. i tried to catch up but couldn't. so i did all i could. i shouted "JADE!". 1. She looked around and stopped. by the time i made it to her, there were 10 seconds left. "Here. Happy Valentines." was all i managed to get out as a rush of adrenaline hit me. as she looked at it, i kissed her cheek before rushing off again.
We were asked to line up in rolecall position and to choose from 2 activities: a movie (WALL-E) or a "concert." i chose the movie. As i went in and sat down, i wondered if i had done the right thing. Maybe it was too soon. and as i pondered, Jade sat next to me. i was oblivious until she said."Hi."
I nearly fell out of my chair. She was sitting next to me. In a movie partially about romance. After i gave her a card. "H...Hi." i stuttered nervously, trying to regain my posture. We sat in silence for a few seconds before she said "That card was really sweet. Thank you.". I said "No problem"
"You know, i was gonna get you a card, but i was a little bit short on money." she said, her hair glowing in the light from the windows. "I never thought of making one. I guess i should give you something in return". "You don't have to, really." i replied, my knees shaking and thus giving me away. Noticing this, she said just audibly " No, i insist."
Before i knew it, our lips were locked in a passionate embrace. All i really did was sit there in pure shock. i did NOT plan on this happening. But before i knew it i was returning the favor. "Look! Jade's got a boyfriend!" Someone yelled. Soon the whole auditorium was cheering. as we broke apart, i whispered "Thank you" gently into her ear. "No problem." she replied as she put her head on my sholder as the movie started.
THE END
AN: Those last few paragraphs were an alternate take on reality that i think MIGHT have happened if i had given the card to her face to face. This should be multichapter, but it's future is unclear. i'll think about it, as some of the ideas im thinking might have to wait a while until i recall my link from Bebo.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
randomized life!!!
They say their life is random
Few write about them
Few think they have poured some words of wisdom
And I laugh at them
They say their life is illusion
The world is virtual hall of fame
And try hard to get in confusion
In a strive to get out but in vain
They say their life is dark
With no hope just shame
Little they know why they irk
Coz not the world but they r lame
DESTINY IS BUT JUST MADE
AS U CALL LIFE A GAME
U ARE THE FUTURE, NOT YOUR FATE
So LIVE IT, NOT LEAVE IT AS U CAME
And those people who curse their randomized life
I just laugh at them.
Few write about them
Few think they have poured some words of wisdom
And I laugh at them
They say their life is illusion
The world is virtual hall of fame
And try hard to get in confusion
In a strive to get out but in vain
They say their life is dark
With no hope just shame
Little they know why they irk
Coz not the world but they r lame
DESTINY IS BUT JUST MADE
AS U CALL LIFE A GAME
U ARE THE FUTURE, NOT YOUR FATE
So LIVE IT, NOT LEAVE IT AS U CAME
And those people who curse their randomized life
I just laugh at them.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
THE TWILIGHT SKY
The twilight sky
U, me 'n' the twilight sky
Sun is shimmering down
Don’t let your moon roll down
In the twilight sky
(The twilight sky)
Dots shine in the horizon
Your face reflecting moon
Light the twilight sky
With your pretty fleeting smile
Don’t let your moon roll down
As the sun goes down
In the twilight sky
Shivering cold has wreathed the sky
But your hug is still warm
Dusky rosy twilight sky
And your pretty charm
Let's pause this twilight sky
And live for ever
Here your memory remains
Here, I'll hold you ever
And replay that twilight sky
Our twilight sky
The twilight sky, my twilight sky
We shall never leave
My sun is bleeding red
But we shan't ever grieve
Dew of the twilight sky
Reflecting tainted sun
Bewitching twilight sky
Bedlam of taciturn
U, me 'n' the twilight sky
Don’t let your moon pour down
As the sun goes down
In the twilight sky
My twilight sky…….
U, me 'n' the twilight sky
Sun is shimmering down
Don’t let your moon roll down
In the twilight sky
(The twilight sky)
Dots shine in the horizon
Your face reflecting moon
Light the twilight sky
With your pretty fleeting smile
Don’t let your moon roll down
As the sun goes down
In the twilight sky
Shivering cold has wreathed the sky
But your hug is still warm
Dusky rosy twilight sky
And your pretty charm
Let's pause this twilight sky
And live for ever
Here your memory remains
Here, I'll hold you ever
And replay that twilight sky
Our twilight sky
The twilight sky, my twilight sky
We shall never leave
My sun is bleeding red
But we shan't ever grieve
Dew of the twilight sky
Reflecting tainted sun
Bewitching twilight sky
Bedlam of taciturn
U, me 'n' the twilight sky
Don’t let your moon pour down
As the sun goes down
In the twilight sky
My twilight sky…….
LOST
I felt warmth
In her hug
Tight, yet embracing
But not anymore
I close my eyes....
I felt breeze
Wafting my tender body
Soaring me
In a kiss as she puffed
But now no more
I felt safe
Dreaming by her crossed legs
Carefree as dead
But not any more
Please don’t leave the door
I don’t fee that heaven:
Wondering in her wonderland
Tucked in that cozy earth
Where nature fanned love
For a fruit to grow
But now no more
( this poem is dedicated to my friend who is just 13. his mom is dying and all i can do is write. i hope god has enough strength to solace the turbulence in his heart.)
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