Showcasing my Birthday Gifts!

Dearest and Craziest Liv,
Knowing your love for mermaids, this is the best I could think of… 🙂
So… here’s one to you, sweetie!!!
Hope you have loads and loads of fun…wherever you are, and whoever you spend it with… 😉
And may all your wonderful dreamy dreams come true… 😀
Happy happy happy birthdaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! 

MWAAAHHZZZZ!!!! 
xoxooxoxox



Your crazy buddy,

-Kavita

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The sunlight is as passionate as flowers
Bordering the sidewalk of a song.
Clouds shape its golden apertures for hours,
Shifting with each breeze that comes along.
The day becomes a mustard-colored sunbeam
Falling through the window of your smile.
Mystical sensations, headed downstream,
Sit upon your windowsill awhile.
How beautifully the choir of the mountains
Sings to its rapt audience of blue.
As dancing down a corridor of fountains,
We toss in coins and make this wish for you:
Long may you love the loveliness of Earth
And celebrate with joy your day of birth…

By Blaga

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My Dear Kavs!

I have no words to thank you. Let’s just say you made my night.. considering the fact that it was past 1am  when I entered my house.. teeheehee! Thank you so much my crazy twin for this special one. I am gloating already!

I absolutely loved the beginning and ending of words with my name -initials. It seemed I was the Universe. Now that was a bit too much- eh?

Sending you much love in- turn.

mwaaaaaaaaahzz xoxoxox

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Dear Blaga,

Thank you for mixing my favorite ingredients to whisk up a beautiful poem. My life has become so much better after you decided to stay in.. Loads of Love xoxoxox

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Outcast

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In order to fit
Into the definition;
I have broken apart
My only spine..

I slog now
Crawling through space
In hope to find
Some place to be.

I talk to self
Wishing for life
Only to realize
How wrong I’ve been.

Yet I scream
Left to be muted
By the wailing agony
Tearing my mind.

Dimensions collapsed;
Worlds have died.
My only dream
To live is lost.

Will I even
Get in parts,
What others possess
In inheritance?

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Walking Past

..

With the most seductive smile on your face,

You walk all over Me,

Everyday..

I let you do so!

..

This has to do with my present state of being. It may not be the most conducive situation to be in; however, that is how it is. I harbor no hatred or remorse; not any more. If at all, My (re) Writing happened in this very period of time. All I now aim for is a couple of recognitions.. 🙂 very big ones at that.. 😀

After writing the Part- I, the original verse as you read it here; I was tempted to add a few more lines. To preserve the essence of this post, I have done that separately. Since I strongly believe that Words do Create a Whirl to act according to Your Wishes; I have carefully chosen the following words to conclude the flow.

..

I dream of Him..

I was walking inside the classroom when I noticed Him around!

What was he doing there? Wasn’t he gone for all times when we met the last time? He had so made it obvious that he didn’t want me anywhere around him- even for times to come. Why was he sat there then- wearing that forlorn look? Did I see his eyes widening upon seeing me? I must be hallucinating..

I had quietly gone to my seat. I was only thinking of Him. Was he watching me from back?

He seemed to be gone soon. He wasn’t keeping well. I asked his friends about Him. Apparently he was not too well. He had gone to see a lady off to her place. He was tired of her too. Something just had not worked out between them. He was pressed between “seeing her off forever” and “whether that was the right thing to do”.

Hmmm..

All’s fine- I mean it’s his “chosen” Life; he ought to be dealing with it himself. Then again, why did we bump into each other yet again..? Exactly when he was going through an “ending” phase? Are we destined to “meet” eventually as I always have felt? Are we so meant to be? Is this The time?

Deciding to stay Indifferent this time- no matter what, I had walked out of the class. I moved around, musing about how the two of us meet each other every few years, till he decides that he wasn’t ready for a relationship yet with me! How every time he builds up castles of hope in Me, only to be blown away with the wind of his cold response- almost insulting and demeaning! I wasn’t really wanting another stance of Me being left out (and alone) as an heartbroken girl- just yet again. I had had enough; I had anyways decided long back to stay completely Ignorant and Indifferent.

It is a nice little memory that we made while we were in our early teens- singing, teasing, assorting to childhood cruelty too at times. But what happened 5 years back is something that can’t be forgotten- much less easily. Him had left and left me completely devastated- twice over the impact. One, because I was already broken, and then he lost absolutely no efforts to shatter Me. I had barely stood upright over my things- his stance and response included. This was my turn now– I’ll play around this time.. I had decided.

Keeping my resolution in mind and very well composed outwardly; I stepped into the classroom. He was back. He was sat at that back bench almost lost in looking out for Me. I noticed how his eyes beamed up again. I ignored him.

As weird as dreams could be, he had then approached a girl to comb her hair (what??) Maybe he was wanting me to feel envious. Him brushed my back and hissed- I do up hair now and damn neat at that!! he didn’t say so actually- only I heard that in my mind. Combing her hair well, he had looked around. Some other girl called upon for his services.

Alright, he had made the 1st move. Maybe he was feeling awkward to strike a conversation. But he did brush past Me. It was the most lazy press that anybody had ever made against Me. It was both- to touch and feel too. It was just a glide and yet, his urge to stay pressed against Me, had traveled to my body.

I wanted him. I had anyways wanted him. Now was my opportunity too.

I stepped forward. Snatching his comb, I declared I wanted him to do my hair. “I want you to play with my hair. Style them with a new hair- cut.. Now!”

He was too glad to obey. All eyes were lifted in amusement. It seemed that they all were aware of our past clashes. They now watched eagerly what was to happen next. A few pair of eyes contained some questions too- they couldn’t believe upon what they were seeing.

Him had pressed himself really tight at my back. I could feel he was stood a little too close for any space to be left between us. He slid past my frame pretending to position himself. He had held the comb and had parted my hair through center to cut. But he was too busy to snip. I felt Him pressing his chest against my shoulders a little too greedily!

At that, I had leaned back..

I had wanted to savor Him and every moment of our togetherness. It didn’t matter who all watched us in that attempt. I was only wanting to lose all my mind and self, devouring our 1st ever expression of our Desires.

I now reclined on him and felt he too knew that. He then pressed me more towards him. In pretense to hold my head firm, he had pulled me towards him a little more. I could not stop myself from holding his left had. Realizing the staring eyes around, I had slid my fingers over his hand- telling Him that “I wanted a nice hair- cut.. a brand new one!” When all I was wanting was to hold his hand, turn back at him..

My Intuition of “we” hitting off again, had become reality. A very beautiful one at that. This was the time I had been waiting for. Just when he would want to savor our relationship; I’ll do what I have been wanting to. To “play” to the gallery without getting emotionally involved.

Maybe an affair is all that is meant to be and not any conclusion.. I have ended up in an emotional mess many times over- when he had left me alone. Hence, this time, I would only “play” and leave it at that, instead of taking our relationship to any fulfillment. I won’t let some “fate” decide for me. I will play around the way I want to now.

Either ways, It suits me..

Reference

Springing of- My Loving ”Him..”
Sweet Memories of Him
End of Innocence
Change- over..
My 1st Crush was my last Affair

Analysis

Maybe it’s about time that we meet again. We are bound to hit it off like ignited gun- powder. He would certainly make advances to break the “pattern” this time. He would express his want for me and to attain fulfillment in each other. It would be then entirely upto Me this time- how I would want to take it further.

Oh, I would.. play around real close..!!

 

I do Speak..

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My being Quiet is often misjudged,
As my Inability to Speak up!

I may have been Silent for long now,
But I do roar..!

I am not the Divine-
To be expected as ever understanding and giving.

I too am selfish;
Wanting to achieve my own state of Bliss..!!

– That, I will- whatever it takes –

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Submitted for Friday Flash 55

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