bheema haathi aur sau bandar :(

The barn, your hands

An old barn shrill with crickets' trill

(we snuck away to meet like spies)

tomatoes on the windowsill

(the car was hot against my thighs)

clover growing through the floor

(there was little time to spare)

summer here had grown indoors

(your hands were strong, and everywhere).

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..and then the storm came...

(we didn’t hear it,

‘cause we were going at it)

bringing down the barn

around us...

...a climax to shake the world...

...ah, Irene...

I’ll never forget how you laid me.

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The old barn, barely standing still

(as I ponder, years retreat)

warms my heart in winter's chill

('twas not the car; 'twas you in heat).

of dreams :)

yesternight dreams, i was harry potter duelling Voldemort. Only i didnt remember how to kill him !

Had to see a youtube video of the climax to recall how to kill him :/ so much for being a hero

kept my promise ! :)

a lonely tear

dropped from eyes brown

you took it on your finger;

& painted on my cheeks

[ coz you know how wet cheeks make me giggle :) ]

of misunderstandings and misplaced emotions..

of old romances

"Gone with the Wind" (1939)

“No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”

—Rhett (Clark Gable) to Scarlett (Vivien Leigh)

I should be kissed often, and by you because you know how :)

and ofcourse my very favorite --

"Annie Hall" (1977)

United Artists

“Love is too weak a word for what I feel — I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F’s, yes I have to invent, of course I do, don’t you think I do?”

—Alvy (Woody Allen) to Annie (Diane Keaton)

i looove you i lurrv you i laav you i lobe you

"Groundhog Day" (1993)

Columbia Pictures

Phil (Bill Murray): “You like boats, but not the ocean. You go to a lake in the summer with your family up in the mountains. There’s a long wooden dock and a boathouse with boards missing from the roof, and a place you used to crawl underneath to be alone. You’re a sucker for French poetry and rhinestones. You’re very generous. You’re kind to strangers and children, and when you stand in the snow you look like an angel.”

Rita (Andie MacDowell): “How are you doing this?”

Phil: “I told you. I wake up every day, right here, right in Punxsutawney, and it’s always February 2nd, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

of memories

dust mop dancin'

by Emily Sun

let's go back, you an me
dance with me, i'll twirl with the dust mop
and you'll laugh and pick dust out of my hair and say i'll never be old

let's go back, you an me
record me stealthily when i sing obscenely-loud songs in the shower
and play them over and over and over as i blush different shades of fire

let's go back, you an me
tickle me while i'm tryin' to play hopscotch
as i beg for mercy between gasps and giggles and threaten to wet my pants

let's go back, you an me
take me for never-ending piggy back rides, pretendin' i'm flyin'
then dump me on the dewy grass, make me laugh because you're laughing

let's go back, you an me
i'll push you in the fountain and you'll grin
and pull me in with you, we'll float on our backs
ignorin' the stares
and watch night fall in little pieces, here and here
except for in your eyes, which blind me

let's go back, you an me
paint sloppy, clumsy kisses on my cheeks
and make stupid looking necklaces out of sparkly plastic beads you know ill never wear

let's go back, you an me
whisper in my ear forever
so that now i can hear you in my head
and smile smiles that don't reach my eyes
and dance with the dust mop pretendin' that it's you

you

your desk is cluttered

with stuff

that you're made of

earthy smells,wines, bluebells

and sunshines that lighten up my heart

....

(my heart has found a new home)

of conversations

me - i'm not like other girls who left. i'm never gonna leave you if you keep me close to your heart and tell me so everyday

him - is that a warning ? :P

;)

of poems read

a kiss, the kind girls remember

is not a kiss of measured bliss,

perfect in its timeliness;

it's the one that leaves your heart undone,

a far from perfect hit-and-run

that isn't great until redone

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we guys remember kisses too,

and how badly we desired to

hit and run, but then we'd rue

we didn't stay and follow through

while the movie runs

you look at me askance

wanting to touch my hands;

and more..

(i'm lying in surrender)

oh your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile

:)

it is, afterall, love :)

I have read and agreed to the terms of service

By accepting the terms of this agreement, you represent and warrant that you have the capacity to love.

Any similarity to a previous love is circumstantial; this love is not affiliated with other loves.
We assume no responsibility for for the shortcomings of prior loves;
we do, however, assume all responsibility for any loss, error, or communication failure incurred while in possession of this love.
It is, after all, love.

Love is available as is; no specific results are promised.
If you are at all unhappy, you are encouraged to return love.
If you find love to be damaged or defective, well, it's love.
Slight imperfections are to be expected, and add to the character of love.

Love may occasionally send you poems, letters, or declarations of its continuance. If you wish to opt out of this correspondence, you may cancel your account at any time.

The service may be temporarily unavailable from time to time; this may be due to maintenance, or periods of reflection. It in no way implies or forecasts termination of love, unless specifically stated so.

By accepting this agreement, you agree not to abuse love by acting in a manner inconsistent with the provisions listed above.

(please say yes)

of poems read

charmed right to my molecules,

I allow myself to play the fool;

though heartache dots the final line,

in the meantime, love, it feels divine.

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Allow me then to be the tool

to rock you to your molecules.

If heartache be the bottom line,

hand me a pen; I'll countersign.

love makes me silly

you're the

fortune

in my

cookie

x

o

x

If You Forget Me

by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine

"People who love only once in their lives are. . . shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination."

- Oscar Wilde

Hemingway never grew out of adolescence. His scope and depth stayed shallow because he had no idea what women are for.

ayesha

i could if you would.. but you choose emptiness. just as you're blind to all things bright. i hear the bells.. i guess you are deaf as well. and the butterflies..do you know too much.. or is there something missing..o dear. i fly everyday and i love and i live.. .. chkashrumpbrumb ..and i desire..that is to say the only place you fit in.