April 30, 2009

Alone

photo by Andrew Gibson



They say she walks alone,
alone in the rain,
alone in the sun,
alone in her dreams.

Barefoot she was
standing there chasing a dream,
a dream so vivid; so real,
it was in her grasp but out of reach.

She walks alone they say,
and so she ran alone,
with none to help,
with none to be kind.

She will get it,
I will get it,
but when she lunged for it
her dream shattered to a million fragments.

heartbroken she was,
yet still alone,
and in her hand fluttering,
was nothing but a butterfly.

Looking at it she asked,
dare I dream again?
dare I sleep again?
dare I?

April 28, 2009

Danny









































This is my nephew Danny. I was just fooling around with my sis-in-laws SLR Camera and took this shots of him. I've been wanting one of my own (SLR Camera not kid!) for quite some time now and think that maybe I should invest in one.

What do you guys think? Any pointers/suggestion? Feel free to share!

Fly With Me Butterfly

I went out today with my mom to a haberdashery and found these really cute butterflies. So I bought two of them to stick on the soft board in my room. The soft boards are attempts to give my room some character (!!).

April 27, 2009

Fedora











I love fedoras. I really really want to wear them, but unfortunately I have no idea how to. I can piece the outfit together but me wearing a fedora equals to looking stupid.

So anybody out there who can give me pointers, please do!



picture taken from osixnine

April 25, 2009

Love Letters

picture taken from Raspberry Road Designs

Love letters. A thing of the past aren't they? I remember when I was about five or six years old, my eldest brother who was then 15 or 16- received his first love letter. It was childish and corny although it did make him happy. Then, the middle brother received his when he was 17, and I was 12- again it was childish and bratty; nevertheless he kept it and still has it!

And then there is me; 23 years old (going to be in a few weeks) now, and have never ever received a love letter. EVER. How lame is that? When I say love letter, I mean a real love letter. Written by hand, sent through the post and stating one's true feelings. I really don't count emails and blog posts as love letters. I'm not saying those are not fun to receive as well, but it doesn't give off the same feeling as a true and proper love letter. Yes, I am old fashioned!

Basically what I am trying to say is that, I really really want to receive at least one love letter before I get married or something like that.

And it would be awfully nice to have a sweet letter opener as well.


picture taken from HotRef

Comfy

Comfort is oozing out of this picture.
I love the dark green walls, hints of purple and the glow of the brass light fixtures. I can picture myself lying there, curled up with a good book and my cat beside me.
I can only wish for my own bedroom in my future house (!!) to vaguely resemble this.
Although I am pretty sure that someone will definitely like the wall and drape colour! ;)



picture taken from Octupus

April 24, 2009

Paris holds the key to...

...to your heart...

A place which I will give an arm and leg, just to go see it in the flesh. But then again, if I do give an arm and leg for it, it will be somewhat hard to sight see properly, don't you think? Anyways, founds these gorgeous shots of Paris and was somewhat feeling melancholy.

Arc de Triomphe at night


The Eiffel Tower at sunset


The Louvre at night


A gargoyle over looking Paris

Down Rue de France

The Cathedral of Notre Dame


At dusk, right before dawn.
I would stay up all night
if that meant I could look at the city in this light.

April 23, 2009

Lonely


Seriously, I'm feeling really really lonely. Whomever I want attention from, they all seem to be busy. I can be a bitch about it, but seriously I don't think it's worth the energy and effort. And at the end of the day what's the point of it anyway? They are all busy because they are progressing in life; don't get me wrong I am very happy for them. But sometimes, just sometimes, I really wish I don't need to quite literally ask for attention. It's really draining and it makes you feel like there is no one in the world for you. I really really miss them.

So yeah, I am lonely. Very, very lonely.



picture taken from Where the River Runs Dry

April 16, 2009

Have you really ever loved a woman?





Seriously, I just adore this song. I first heard it a few years ago in my brothers car and instantly fell in love with it. I mean how can you not? I listen to it whenever I feel...something. Heard it on American Idol just now, so I thought of sharing it with you guys.

So tell me something, have you ever really really ever loved a woman?

April 10, 2009

Chandni raatain


Chandni raatain, chandni raatain
moonlit nights

Sab jag soye hum jagein
everyone else is sleeping, i'm awake
taaron se karain batain
talking to stars
ho..chandni raatain, chandni raatain
on moonlit nights

Takte takte tooti jaaye aas
i keep on waiting and my hope crumbles
piya na aaye re takte takte
my baby doesnt come but i still wait
Sham savere dard anokhe uthe
there is a pain in heart day and night
jiya ghabraaye re sham savere
and my soul is scared
raaton ne meri neend loot lee
because the nights have stolen my sleep
din ke chain churaye re
and the days have stolen my rest
dukhiya aakhen dhoond rahi hain
sadden eyes keep looking
kahin pyaar ki baatain
for a moment or two of love
chandi raataein .. ho chandni raatein
during moonlit nights

Pichhli raat main hum yeh soch ke
a few nights ago thinking about that
chupke chupke roye re pichhli raat main
i silently cried in the night
Sukh ki neend main meet hamare
peacefully my baby sleeps
desh paraye soye re sukh ke neend main
in a foreign country

Dil ke dhadkanen tujhe pukare
my heart calls out for u
Aaja balam aayi baharain
please come baby the time is ours
Baith ke tanhai main karlain
and we will sit in the calmness
sukh dukh ki do batain
and talk about our sadness and happiness
chandni raatain, chandi raatain
on moonlit nights

Sab jag soye hum jagein
everyone else is sleeping, i'm awake
taaron se karain batain
talking to stars
ho..chandni raatain, chandni raatain
on moonlit nights

~
Partners in Rhyme~

April 1, 2009

rain

standing here,
looking out,
searching for something;

is it you?
do i hear you coming?
or is it just the pitter-patter of the rain?

still searching,
still believing,
still being;

wanting to know,
to be,
to feel,
to love,
to be loved;

waiting,
holding my breath,
and waiting;

hoping,
holding my heart
and hoping;

is that you i hear coming,
or do i smell the rain?

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