You dont know me

You dont know me.

I'd stand in front of the crossbow

i'd bleed for you.

My hands wont shiver

and words will be over.

You dont know me.

I'd drown in the ocean for you

Yes, I know swimming though.

Weightless body will float

while it awaits for your boat.

You dont know me.

I walk the barren lands
unknown to any man.
Would you come to the rescue?
when you hear I am dead?

You dont know me.

Look at me with the corner of your eyes,
I'll burn with your single sight.
My flesh flying like burning paper
covering the entire sky.

Dont you know me?
Dont you know me by now?



Picture courtesy- Hardik Photography

Hidden in your eyes #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 2

I imagine your eyes

Often in black & white

sometimes with a hint of sepia

or beautiful touch of brown

For its foolish of me

to draw them in my mind

I wonder what all they hide

I see beauty blended with colors

Painful past or mystical future

I have dreams with you

For you

But I hide

Blur them at the corner of my eyes

Sometime I shall bring them in

Present them at your feet

Till then let me imagine your eyes

This time in more colors

I wonder what all you hide in them

Just like I do in mine

Paramour for Nature

Happy days, sad days, gloomy days, lazy days, enjoying days, tiring days, stressful days, celebration days, fun days and all kinds of days come and pass me by, at which sometimes, I love to look back, with hatred or with a smile on my face.

Apart from this, I have always felt a void in my days, something lacking. We all need someone who would love us back, love us even more than what we offer and of course, asking nothing in return except our presence. Such cellophane attitude cannot be apprehended from humans who continue always look for some favors in return or alongside of our love. 

I bereft a cherished, darling, endearing. I beggared a pet since my imagination took off its first flight. Here are a few strands of my imagination which are buried deep within my heart, yet insatiable of pure love:

How about a dog?

I woke up one winter morning with red polka dotted pajamas on, wondering where did my orange-cum-green jute slippers go. Without stressing my mind with absence of slippers, I saw my dog, Bubbles chewing them. Bubbles is a female lazy Saint Bernard puppy with brown patches on her white soft fur, who sleeps most of the times and loves to sit on my feet, at remaining times. I fell in love with her at the adoption site at an NGO. We usually go out for long drives and I allow her to sit at front seat with her light pink tongue floating out of window in direction of wind. Bubbles is a pure vegetarian like me and sticks around with me all the time. Being a girl, she listens to me patiently and never leaks my secrets to anyone. She likes colorful clothes and caps, we usually match on every detailing of wearings. Sitting by lake on a green portion of grass , under our favorite Mahagony green tree on weekends is our favorite thing to do. She always sits near the doormat waiting for me with eyes glued at the stairs that lead to our first floor home.

Bubbles, a lazy Saint Bernard.

Or a turtle?

Chloe is a female Star Turtle, a month old when I got it from an aquarium shop very near from a metro station. Chloe is a happy-go-lucky soul and a very articulate one too. Always residing in her glass & wooden box kept right above my book shelf and right next to the window, she has just enough sunlight coming in from window to provide her with vitamin-D for her healthy bones. I have set up two table lamps to give her enough warmth, a little tub of water where she daily enjoys her bath and two-three plant pots which in summers, I replace with flower pots too (which she loves to eat). Chloe is a pure vegetarian like me and enjoys only lettuce & spinach unlike me. At night, I detail her with aces of my day, after which she goes off to sleep.

That's how Chloe likes it in her natural aura. 

Pet isn't something which is put in cage and seized its freedom. Pet is adored, cared for, dearest, idolized, well-liked, precious and very close to heart. You only give it food to eat, shelter to stay in, babyish time and it gives you its heart & soul. For all those lucky people who have a pet, be it a bird, a dog, a cat, a rabbit or anything, continue to love your animals as family. And as for me, I can only hope & imagine I integrate my life and acquire the missing puzzle piece, soon.  

The Passion. The Obsession. The Addiction.

American Actress, singer, model, a poet and a major sex symbol. With her portraits and statues held all over the country, she is residing in people's heart & mind. The moment one sees her, its a magic that is spread all over the atmosphere. The aura is so strong that one gets completely mesmerized by her performance. With voice so subtle, with eyes so deep, with soul so pure. Everything, yet a touch of feminism. Most of the time, I watch her old interviews on youtube. Crowned by the actual term- Diva, which came first by her. Her pictures are even more alluring; many naked though. She gave many interviews naked as well. But people couldn't resits staring at her beautiful and natural face rather than genitals. 

Completely fascinated by her, I don't wish I was a man. I don't care. She makes me go crazy and barmy over her childish nature. A beauty personified. Yet, she suffered an ugly life. Abandoned by parents. Grew up at an orphanage. Posed naked to earn money for living. Divorced thrice. Longed for true love.

"If you can't handle me at my worst then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

- one of her famous quotes

"I know I belonged to the public and to the world.
Not because I was talented or even beautiful,
but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else."

- the women with ambitions, desires and love- only for her fans

As shiny as a snowflake in a snowy mountain range. As bright as a rainbow surrounding the waterfall.  Like a mystic dream of a girl asleep. Like a soft scent of rose. As soothing as sun in winters.

She died 50 years ago- Marilyn Monroe. Love of millions. Admiration of millions. Celebration for millions. Truth for millions. Dream for millions. Inspiration for millions. Goddess of Beauty for all. 

We all should start to live before we get too old. Fear is stupid. And so are regrets

The outside world want me to Glamour. My fans want me to Glamour. I wont let them down

It was believed that Marilyn had IQ higher than Einstein

Hollywood is a place where they pay thousand dollars for a kiss and  a few cents for your soul

Am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not a devil. I am just a small girl  in a big world
trying to find someone to love

62 feet high statue at Chicago

the cover of recent 65th Cannes festival celebrating her birthday 

A sex symbol becomes a thing. I hate being a thing

Boys think that girls are like books. If the cover doesn't catch their eye
they wont bother to look what's inside.

Still alive in hearts of all.

Her voice is really like what Snow White's would have been.
Love you Marilyn. Wherever you are. Always 

Am saving all my Love for you

I watch him intently, as he slides, swings over, orders people, flatters girls with his witting charm. He never had a bath for sure.Yes, he is dirty, he stinks for sure, never brushes his teeth. Uses girls and forgets their names. His hair are never combed, long enough, embedded with colorful beads, wears boots all the time, old rings always fill his hands, filthy clothes, dirty clothes, drinks rum every now & then, excellent with swords and guns. Not at all trust worthy and surely will do things no one can imagine. None-the-less, I love him. I love his dark black eyes, his yellow groaning teeth, his walking style, his wittiness, his intelligence and most importantly when he says 'aye, savvy'.

Wonder who he is? 

Jack Sparrow

"There should be a captain in there somewhere", he says

All right, Captain Jack Sparrow. 

No wonder he is so attractive, handsome and dirty. A pirate after all. Escaped death like a zillion times. Filthy, mutton-chopped life he makes of everyone's, playful, mischievousness over the par. I cant blink looking at him (replace looking with staring). Can turn into anything to get what he wants the most. Since the holidays, I have been re-watching his movies (all four) again & again. No wonder his sexiness appeals me every time even more than previous once. Isn't he amazing? 

"The witty Jack Sparrow" everyone know him. Bad, blue, errant, gamey, ill-behaved, playful, risque, roguish, sexy, spicy, willful and I have just ran out of words.

I fancy him. Someday he might come over and sway me away with his ship. Not ship, "The Black Pearl". These are some of the moments which made me fall into deeper crater of love for him.

angelic-as he steps from the top of the ship

Commodore- you are no doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of
Jack- but you have heard of me

That's interesting. I couldn't resist, mate. (as he steals a coin)

And he becomes the chief-to-be-eaten of tribes. 

Jack singing to Jones- I got jar of dirt, I got jar of dirt, what've you got?

Jack-how many souls is my soul worth of?
Davy- a hundred souls.

Now if you are so interested in killing your own daughter, why dont you just
throw her off the cliff  instead of me ?

(winning over East India Trading Company when everyone's floating their hats)
Jack- Gibbs you can throw my hat
(Gibbs throws it happily)
Jack- Now go get it

Jack to Gibbs- now that we've got the ship, lets move and where is that monkey?
I want to shoot something

when elizabeth asks her of wedding

always willing to make things 'square'

have you ever done something right jack?

fighting alone with the kraken when everyone left.
if the ship sinks, the captain must die with it.

william- have you heard of me? 

gentlemen, m'lady, this is the day you will always remember when you almost caught
captain jack sparrow

when the map reads 'up is down'. why are the maps never clear?

of course he escapes the hundreds of tribes..

the pirate rule

barbossa- but how are you still alive?

scaring off the mermaids.
(and that was without a single drop of rum)

after killing the kraken and returning from jone's locker

the perfect captain

which is your favorite 'moment'?