Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Bells and socks I hang,
Pretty ribbons I tie.
Handfuls of glitter I sprinkle,
Smiling angels float all around.
I look up at the tree,
Happy with all that it is covered in..
Cotton balls I place on it
Little gifts I keep under it's shade.
The big star I hold
There is no way I can reach the top.
I feel someone lift me up,
And I gently fix it on the top.
'Ho Ho' Says Santa.
'Don't you want a gift?'
I clap my hands in glee
With a big grin forming on my face.
'I want to be big so that I can reach the star'
I dash off to build snowmen,
When I'm tired
Santa carries me back home
Drifts me in to the land of angels and snowmen..
I look up at my tree.
And the angels float.
I big up the big star,
Standing on my toes I fix it up.
I turn back and smile..
As Sana slowly moves towards me.
'Ho Ho..' Says he,
'What is your wish?'
'I want to be a child once again..' I say.
'You're always my child. No matter how old you grow.'
My father smiles at me..
I hold his hands gently
As I help him walk out of the house.
He sits on the porch,
As I build him a snowman.
As the clock strikes twelve,
I run up to him.
'Merry Christmas Father..'
'Merry Christmas my Child.
You've always been my star...'
We sit outside all night, watching the snow fall, listening to the distant carols..
Drowning in the gifts of our memories..
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Me: Good Evening Zain :)
Zain: Good evening Miss :)
Me: So, what got you to join Blogspot?
Zain: My ex girlfriend. She has a blog. So I thought I would just head there as well and let her know how I feel but that didn't work out well. So yeah, this is how I am here.
Me: You started writing basically for her to know?
Zain: No, I started writing when I was in the 9th grade. I basically started with songs.
Me: Nice! Ever thought of singing them? =)
Zain: Yeah, I composed a few. But they were pretty amateur and later my writing took turns, into poems.
Me: That’s great. What has your journey in the blog sphere been till now?
Zain: Well to be honest, not very happening but it's been pretty decent. There are few people who show interest in my writing. People like Philo, Zeba and some other..
Me: Well, maybe if you try interacting with the others, your work can be recognized. I've noticed that you prefer staying aloof in the blog sphere. Is that true?
Zain: Well actually yes. The other reason is that I still haven't figured out completely how Blogspot works. Posting on facebook was quite simpler and friends commented and criticized. But somehow Blogspot is different. Gradually I will get a hold of it
Me: Im sure you will!
Has blogging made a difference in your life? It’s just the start, I know. But do you feel better after penning everything down?
Zain: It does, it does. It feels really good to pen my feelings down, the movie reeling in my head… To pen it down and trying to make sure that everyone sees it the way I do. So I keep my words simple and not too complicated.
Me: So, are all your work based on fiction? Or do you combine fiction with the reality?
Zain: Not all are fiction. Most of them are related to reality and my personal experiences. And very few are a combination of fiction and reality.
Me: When you received your first comment, what did you feel?
Zain: It actually felt great. I was amazed that people liked it. It all came as a surprise
Me: You'll get many more surprises
Zain: Haha! I hope so.
Me: So, what encouraged you to start writing?
Zain: Erupting emotions. A time came when there was so much to say and I wasn't confident enough to talk it out
Me: Your poems start with a sad note, and then go down a positive way. So what does it indicate? Is it how your life to turn out to be?
Or is it how you want to be with the ones who are in pain?
Zain: Well yes it does start with pain and ends with something good. No that’s not what happens in my life. But I want to put in hope inside the hearts that are weathering away with troubles.
Me: If you have to describe life in a word, what will it be?
Me: Music to you is?
Zain: Escape from reality
Zain: Honestly nothing came to my mind.
Zain: My imaginations come alive
Zain: My expressions
Me: So, did you enjoy the interview?
Zain: Of course I DID. I was excited. I was really looking forward for this because I don't think I’ve ever been so respected. Yes for me, this is a form of respect. It was fun! Made my day.
Me: It’s midnight. The day has just began :P
Zain: I don't think anything can be better then this, so yeah =)
Me: Haha! End of the interview =)
Zain: it will keep me happy for the whole day
Me: Thank you for your time
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
You found me, when I pulled the covers over me.
You found me, when I didn’t want to be found.
You found me, when I was least expecting that someone would even come to me.
Tired I was, of everything. Hope, faith, trust, love…these words held no meaning for me. No longer. I wanted to get away from everything. I wanted to remain in my hiding, under the layers of solitude I wanted to stay.
I was weak. And coming out from the darkness, would do nothing but break me apart. I was already broken… How much more could I break?
I was afraid, scared and I felt that by hiding I could be safe. I thought that by running away from things, they would get buried soon, and I would not have to face them ever again.
But, you found me.
You gave me your hand
I was scared to hold it in the beginning. Thought that maybe you would let go, and I would fall and hurt myself again.
But no, you forced me to come forward. And when I did, you held on tight and pulled me away from the covers under which I hid. You lifted me out… You got me to face the mess I had created.
I was devastated. You brought forward the things I never wanted to think about again. You snapped me out from my world and got me back to the reality, to the things I was scared to face.
I wasn’t ready. I could not stand. I would fall, all the time. But you picked me up, held on to me when I was trembling. You wiped my tears. You stood by me… You gave me the courage I needed. You didn’t leave me alone.
It was difficult. I was not easy to handle, I know. Yet, you did not give up on me. You were patient and kind. You loved me. You made me love myself.
You gave me the hope I had stopped believing in. You gave me the faith I had lost. You made me feel my heart against yours. You made me feel safe, when I was so scared…
You gave me a reason to be happy once again.
You are my strength. You are my weakness. You are my miracle! You are the one who found me, unfolded me and loved me even when I shed all my masks and stood naked infront of you..
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
When you walk,
All eyes turn to you!
Lying in the corner.
Ecstasy you find,
Comfort you plea.
In the dark hours of the night.
And then you hide
Behind the covers you smear your face with!
Picture: Google :D
Friday, December 9, 2011
I pass through Mike's room. He's home. The door is slightly ajar. There is someone else with him.
Yes. There is someone else in there with him.
That someone else is kissing my brother. Oh yes!
And that someone is a GUY! Yes, you heard me correct!
And that guy, who is kissing my brother, is Luke!! Oh Man, oh Man! Tell me it's a dream please.
I keep staring at them, and I can't believe it.
Mike unbuttoning Luke's shirt.
Mike and Luke disappearing under a blanket.
I rub my eyes. I pinch myself. I can't believe what all just happened!
I sit down with a tray of cupcakes.
I hear Mike and Luke laugh. They run down the stairs.
"Hey Maria!" Luke smiles.
"Hi! Where are you guys off to?" I ask.
"Soccer! Wanna cheer?" Mike sneers.
I smile as I watch them go out.
"Hey Luke!" I call out to him. "There's a sale in the town. They have amazing stuff. Wanna go later?"
"Sure. I'll pick you up!" My Greek God waves at me, and runs off behind Mike.
I bite into my cupcake.
I've always wanted a gay friend. At least I got one. Plus I got to kiss the guy of my dreams. =)
Life is funny, I tell you! :)
With this I come to end of another story :)
I'll be back soon with another one :)
Thanks to all of you for reading! :)
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
"I've got popcorn, beer plus the best thrillers!"
"If my mum gets to know that you've got me drinking, you are gonna be so dead!"
I'm the kind of girl who gets high even with two glasses of beer. But then, at least the drink would calm me down.
So we sit, and watch a total chick movie. I guess he agrees to watch it cause I picked it!
We sit close to each other on the couch. Our thighs touching, his shoulders occasionally bumping against mine. The beer had started having its effect on me, and I soon started to feel dizzy.
And before long, my head dropped in to Luke's arms and I snuggled in to him and fell asleep.
"Maria! Maria!" Luke tickles me and wakes me up.
My head feels heavy. Luke smiles at me. I keep looking at him while he holds on to my gaze.
I slowly put my hands around his neck. Lifting myself closer to him, I close my eyes and kiss him. I keep my lips on his, waiting for him to respond. But nothing happens.
After a while, I open my eyes and move away.
"Why didn't you kiss me back?" I ask.
"Well..why would I Maria?" Luke looks confused.
"Cause..Because I've always liked you, and you like me too. Don't you?" I can't believe that I've made such a big fool out of myself!
"No Maria. I'm sorry..but I've never seen you as more than a friend." Luke comes closer to me and holds me in his arms. I snuggle into him. "Why not?" I ask. "I..I just don't. I'm sorry." He runs his hands through my hair, and I drift off to sleep..
When I wake up in the morning, Luke is gone. The place is cleared. I check my cell for messages.
Mike was on his way. My parents would not come back until tomorrow.
I grab a bar of chocolate and again hit the bed. I had no plans of being awake..
Picture: Google =D
Monday, December 5, 2011
Yes, he is the guy I've been crushing over since the past two years! He is all over my mind. He gives me tingles in my tummy. And he makes me go weak on my knees.
Positive side: He's my brother's best friend. So he's always around.
Negative side: He's my 'BROTHER'S' best friend. My brother who always treats me like a baby!
Mike is just two years older than I am. But, he treats me like a six year old even though I'm sixteen! But Luke didn't do that. He's always there when I need someone to talk to. He took me out to the movies and bought me gifts.
Jessie says that these are all signs. She thinks he likes me back. But I don't know. He's never told me.. Why would he not tell me? Maybe cause I'm Mike's sister..?
JessieJ: It's been freaking two years girl! Maybe he's just scared. Stop being nervous and just make the move stupid!
Maria: I can't. What if he does not respond?
JessieJ: At least you'll get to know if he likes you back or not.
Maria: Umm..you have a point. Let's see.
Luke: How's it going? :)
Maria: Nothing really. Just bored.
Luke: Oh right.. Everyone's at your granny's place, yea?
Maria: Yup. And I ain't got anything to do :(
Luke: Want me to come over? We can watch movies! :)
Maria: Ok. Cool :)
-Luke_149 has signed out-
-Maria_cupcake has signed out-
Cool? Did I seriously say that? No ways. I'm nervous! Did I actually ask him to come over? No I didn't. He himself made the proposal! But then, why did I agree? Cause I like him, right? No. Not like. I'm truly, madly and deeply in love with him!
Okay.. I need to calm down. It's going to be fine.
..The doorbell rings!
(to be continued)
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Maria: Oh hi! Back from the trip?
Luke: Yup! Finally.
Maria: So found any hot Aussie for yourself? :P
Luke: Nah.. Had better things to do :)
Anyways, I'm coming over to your place in a while.
Maria: Ok cool. I'll see you then,
Luke: Yea, let Mike know :)
-Luke_149 has signed out-
Maria: He's coming over. And I have a pimple on my cheek :(
JessieJ: He who? Your lukey is back? :P
Maria: Yes he is. Finally :) Now what do I do about the pimple? :(
JessieJ: Burst it with toothpaste :) Good luck :D
Maria: As if it would help! :|
-Maria.cupcake has signed out-
In the end, I squeeze some paste and burst the red light from my cheek. Okay, Jessie was correct. The pimple did settle down. At least for the time being!
He looks like a Greek God and I just can't take my eyes of him.
"Hey" He says.
"Hi there. Come in."
"So, how have you been girl?" He pulls me into a tight squeeze. I try to push myself towards his chest, hoping that he would realize that I have grown. But instead, he slaps my butt and legs go off me!
"Ouch. That hurt!" I squeak.
"That's what too much of chocolates do!" He grins and takes off for Josh's room.
I hear he door close, and storm into the kitchen.
A cupcake was what I required.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
I lift my hands and remove the black cloth that covered my face... That hid my features.
I remove the black cloth that covered my head, which prevented me from letting my hair flow in the wind.
I stand uncovered.
I run my hands through my hair, and bring them forward. They are jet black. My skin is pale and fair. My lips, red.
I stand the way I was before him the day before..
"Your eyes..they are so beautiful.." He looks at me and smiles.
"Thanks." I say, and blush. But, he can't see.
I don't move as he comes closer to me. I'm scared. I know I'll be going against my family..But, I wanted him. I wanted to reveal myself to him.
He holds my hands and looks at me. I smile, but he can't see.
"Can I have a look at you? If your eyes are so pretty, I bet you're prettier."
I say nothing. I just nod and close my eyes.
I feel him lift the burka off my face slowly. I'm scared. I hold on to him.
His hands are warm. He runs them through my hair. He cups my face in his hands.
I finally open my eyes and find him just inches away from me.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks. I look at him awkwardly.
"Don't be nervous." He says, closing my eyes. He places his lips on mine. I feel his heavy breath on me, and I grip him tighter as every moment passes by.
Once we pull apart, I smile and my cheeks slowly turn red. And, he finally sees.
"You smell like lilies and you look flawless.." He says, kissing my neck.
"And you feel safe." I whisper, as I bury myself into him.
I keep looking at myself in the mirror..thinking about what all had happened.
I put my burka back on, when my mother calls out for me.
"As-Salam Alaikum" I say, as I serve water to the guests.
Salim is there too. His eyes meet min for a second, and then I look away..
..Smiling and blushing under the burka.. And I'm sure he realises.
Picture Courtesy: Google :)
Thursday, November 24, 2011
I picked up my clothes and ran behind Serena.
I was scared and insecure about what was to come.
She was never good at controlling her emotions and I had to stop her.
I caught her hand at the door and she pushed me back. Slapped me, again and again.
I knew she was weak, too weak and my soul pained for being the reason.
I looked in her eyes, just to see my guilt-ridden face drowning in her tears. I left.
It has been over a week. And I hadn't talked to her.
Kia called up and I have been ignoring her calls.
I know how to fix things with Serena, I could have done it then and there.
She loves me and she'll understand it was a mistake, an unintentional mistake.
But, I didn't.
Something had changed and I felt it within me.
Was it really unintentional?
Had I failed to recognize the love that ran in my veins..
..to misread the eyes that had spoken a life without saying a word, every time?
Her smell, her skin, her touch, it was irreplaceable.
So what was it then? I... I don't know.
It was Kia, hadn't I known that the very Goddamn moment she opened the door and held me?
But then she was majestic, and the pleasure was irresistible. I wasn't forced, the flow was natural.
I don't remember having that passionate a kiss with Serena since forever.
There was something wild that got free within me, in those few moments.
So, I knew.
It was over between me and Serena, then and there.
She loved me and I couldn't have held on to her any longer, my conscience would bite me.
But then what was it that I did? Hurt her, as bad as I could afford. I.. I don't know.
She filled me..she craves for me.
I pressed the answering button and heard her.
'Hello! Peter, are you there?..
Hello? I need you..'. I cut the phone.
Why? I.. I don't know.
I wish there was someone to understand, to tell what was it that I am feeling. Do you?
Written By: AJ :) http://you-me-and-serendipity.blogspot.com/
Thank You :)
Image Courtesy: Google :)
With this I come to an end of Lovers And Sinners. :) Thanks to each one of you for reading.
Monday, November 21, 2011
I feel his strong built arms around my waist possessively. The tingles have long faded, the lust gone.. It's nothing now. Just emptiness.
I see a girl look my way. Her piercing blue eyes reflect mine. She has the same features, but kinder..shyer. Her long legs clad in jeans, her pretty features hiding behind the clothes she prefers to wear. She believes we just look alike- aren't the same.
The same blood rushes within us- differentiating us. I long for that subtle beauty of hers, that silently lures, that confidence and smile which has nothing to hide.
But, above all, with Peter's arms around my waist, I long for freedom..
We are two parts of the same soul. Opposites. Perfection versus ruin.
I look at my reflection in the mirror. My looks gaze back. It is the best and perhaps the only talent I think I have.
Wearily, I reach up and pull the pins out of the smooth twist, letting my pale blonde hair tumble in to a mess. I felt her stare at my back. I didn't reply. Just pretended.
I saw his reflection in the mirror. We mash perfectly together. He is safe, comfortable. I turn around to meet his lips. I feel nothing. His presence engulfs, as if invading my personal safe. I want to feel the rush, the fire and the flames. Knowing this, I still linger..
I let him pull me to his car, a small smile playing on his lips. I wonder does he feel he same?
Can you justify something that is wrong, but so right, so needed, that it is impossible to refuse?
His lips blazed mine, burning, demanding. I knew the fire would burn, but I did not fear. For it was through his kisses, that he showed his love, reflecting my joy and, there in his presence that I found the light I was so desperately searching for.
I knew that the guilt would soon consume me, dim my soul and would leave me begging for his mercy.
But I will endure everything, for he is my miracle.
I never meant to hurt. To lie and to deceive. I never meant to betray Peter, never in the arms of his brother. I am sorry. I truly am.
But he shows me passion, I never want to forget.
The guilt and the sorrow, hurt and betrayal, anger and resentment, darkness and light..all replaced with hugs and kisses, promises and desires, hopes and dreams.
Ripped bedsheets and shared beds.
Endless love, and blood recklessness..
Written by- Pickle :)
Image Courtesy: Google :)
Coming soon: AJs version of Peter :)