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Awards :)

2012-01-27T00:36:00.000-08:00

Yes, so I got awarded. All thanks to Tay Tay :)
Now if you don't know who this girl is, then you must check her out, cause she is awesome :)
Thank you so much for the award Tay Tay! You're a total sweetheart :)

Rules:

Post the award on your blog with the rules
List three things you would change if you were the overlord
List the blogs you're awarding and leave them a message :)

If I were the Overlord..

*I would make sure that nobody goes hungry in the world.
*I would make Harry Potter and Hogwarts real =D
*Whenever a person thinks of chocolates, tons of them will appear :D

Now, I'll be passing on this award to a couple of bloggers I have recently come across and who are worth checking out :)

*Xain :)
He thinks I'm a dude cause I like cars and games :) His writing leaves me wondering all the time. And for the moment we started talking, I don't think we've ever stopped laughing :)

* Capturing Life :)
Her writing is so flowing. It's beautiful. And I love the pictures she posts :)

* Prime :)
His blogging tips are so helpful, and his comments are always so sweet. Thank you so much Prime for the wonderful tips :) You're a genius :D

*Dreaming Wanderer :)
I can go on reading his poems :) Glad I stumbled upon your blog!

*Sie :)
She's a wonderful lady. I've never come across someone as strong and beautiful as her :)

*Sujatha :)
She's another lady I really look upon to :) I love reading her posts and I always look forward to her comments :P

*Sagittarian :)
She's a total sweetheart, and she can write just any form of poetry so well! It's just amazing :)

*Princess Fiona :)
The queen of poetry..I need not say more :)

Thanks a lot to all of you for reading.
You're all my inspiration and each and every reader matters to me :)

Love
Philo :)

♫..♥..♫

2012-01-23T00:45:00.000-08:00

"Trust me. There's no way that I can sing in front of you."
"Well, I don't care. You just have to!" I thrust the guitar into his hands and sit down in front of him.
"You won't ever give up now, will you?" He sighs as he strikes a chord.

"We got this afternoon
You've got this room for two.."

His eyes are shut, his voice mesmerizing. Soft..calm..just beautiful. His fingers gently move, the rhythm comes to him so naturally.
I just sit and listen. And that's all I want to do.
"You were wonderful." I say, once he stops.
He laughs. "Your body is my wonderland." He kisses my shoulders gently.
"You should really try for the competition, you know. You'll get through."
"You don't get it Lucy. I can't sing in front of people." He snaps.
"Just close your eyes and think that you're singing to me. Do it for me. Please.." I look into his eyes and hold on to his gaze.
"There's no way that you'll give up, right?" He smiles, and pulls me into his arms.

♪♫♪♫

"I wanna leave with you, gotta take you home..I can see it inside my head.."

The voice..it's familiar, the person..is unknown.

I'm pushed to the corner. I stand there in the dark. The tickets were all sold out by the time I had reached. But then, I just needed a corner, somewhere where I could hide and watch you sing.
Isn't that what I've been doing from the past years? I'm used to it now. I'm one from the crowd who come to watch you perform. Just one of them..nothing else.
Your eyes are shut while you sing. Your voice, breathtaking. And you look amazing, just like you always did.
As soon as you end the song, there is a loud applause. A rush, and you're surrounded by all your fans.
I stay in the corner, and yes, you do catch my gaze. But then, you look away. You smile at the photographers, you get lost in your new life.
I quietly leave, blinking my tears back, tearing the ticket I held ob to for so long.

♪♫♪♫

People change with time. And so did you.
I dump your guitar in the bin. It's high time that I move on. No, I will not hold on to your memories.
You're just a stranger to me, another star who has an old past.
And yours is ME.

♪♫♪♫

Picture: Google :)
Coming next: Awards =)

Unfaithful

2012-01-21T05:27:00.000-08:00

“I don’t wanna hurt him anymore,

I don’t wanna take away his life...

I don’t wanna be a murderer.”

I lie on the crumpled bed sheet, alone.

Naked.

I close my eyes, tighten my fist, and try to stop the guilt from growing, from eating me up. It wasn’t the first time. I should have been accustomed to all of this by now, but no I’m not. I don’t think I ever will…yet I continue to do so, and yet I lie in his arms, and crave for him when he’s not around.

The pictures appear in my mind. Flash backs. They always do after he leaves. And I always try to shut them from my mind. But it’s next to impossible. No, I don’t love him. I already have a lover, and he? He already has a family. It’s just the craving, the desperation, and the intense longing of being loved. He caresses me, he’s firm, strong, and I easily melt inside him. When he’s besides me, he is all I see. I don’t think about anything else. The world just seems beautiful when we lie next to each other, exhausted.

And then, he leaves. He does not kiss me goodbye. Nor does he hold my hands. He just leaves, saying that we’ll meet soon. He leaves me that way. Alone. That is when the guilt rushes in. It’s difficult to wash it off. It’s not love. It can’t be. I already have a lover, someone who loves me, who kisses me softly, who holds me, for whom I mean everything. But when I lie in his arms, I don’t melt. When he kisses me, I don’t feel that gush inside me.

Where as with him, I do…

“I don’t wanna do this anymore”

I wipe my tears, dress and change the bed sheet. I erase what all just happened. I shut the door and leave. I bury my sins till he comes over once again. Till then, I’ll lie with my lover. I’ll fake a smile. I’ll lie.

Yes, I’ll lie. And don’t ask me why.

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Picture: Google.

Lyrics and title: Rihanna- Unfaithful

Under The Duvet Lies Us :)

2012-01-18T22:17:00.000-08:00

Soft Touch,
Strong grip..
Your gentle lips
Touch mine.

Warm hands
Lingering over my body
Your desperate mouth
Biting into my skin.

Broad shoulders
Engulfing me..
Racing heartbeats,
Intense longing

Heavy breaths
Our eyes locking

Under a duvet
On a cold winter night
We unite..

Picture: Google :)

Dewdrops On The Leaves..

2012-01-14T02:22:00.000-08:00

I wake up to the chirping of the birds. I sit up on my bed and look outside the window. The sun is finally coming out. The cold is making its way out. But the mist still lingers in the air.

It’s early. Yet, I’m no longer sleepy. I pull a sweater over me, and slowly slip out, so that the others would not wake up.

I pull the curtains apart, and find my dog awake. She does not move, as I come to her. She does not wag her tail, or leap at me in joy. She just stays there, looking at me… After moments of me just holding her, I put her belt on, and take her for a stroll.

We walk over the steep hills. The dewdrops are still there on the tea plants. There is greenery all around and the smell of the fresh leaves spread all over.

I breathe in, and take in as much as I can.

I keep walking, not wanting to turn back. I keep walking, even when my legs hurt. I drag my feet till I reach the stream. I dip my hands into the cold water. It freezes me, but I don’t pull them out. I let them become numb.

I see my reflection in the water, and when a tear drops into it, my reflection is gone.

When I pull my hands out, they are blue. Blue like the hills I can see in the distance.

The sun is totally out now. A man on a cycle passes by me. The day has started. And my final day has finally drawn in…

I make my way back home. I run down the hills, and my dog races with me. I tumble over when she leaps onto me. I laugh, and she barks.

By the time I reach home, I’m tired. I fall asleep on the steps of the veranda and wake up only when my mother tells me that it’s time to go…

I don’t move. My hands still feel numb. I pat my dog, and just sit there hoping that it all just turns out to be a dream. I want to find myself in my bed. I want my mother to wake me up cause it’s getting late for school, and not because we need to leave.

But no, I snap back to the reality. The house looks empty. There are boxes all over. We were really leaving.

I kiss my dog goodbye. She just looks at me. And when I turn away from her, she barks.

I sit down in the backseat of the car. I close my eyes. I don’t want to look back. I somehow take my tears in. The barking seems far now... It grows faint. I open my eyes once I cannot hear it any longer.

We cross the tea garden… I stretch my hand outside the window and touch the leaves. I can still feel the dewdrops. It was as if they were calling out to us, telling us not to leave. I stick my head out and breathe into the air. I take in as much as I can. I don’t want to let it out, but I finally do, and break down.

I don’t want to leave. I want to remain in the wild, among the trees…on the hills.

The sunlight dries my tears. It burns my skin. I stick my head back in. It’s silent. My parents, my sister and I…we just sit, not knowing how to react.

I fall asleep, and wake up only when my mother shakes me.

We are at the airport- our final destination.

As the flight takes off, I look down at the land I left behind me. I look at the only place I know I belong to...

My life changed after that. I don’t know if I like the change, but I know that nothing could be done to stop the change.

But I do know, that my heart still longs for a chance to run down the steep hills, and to feel the fresh water in my hands once again..

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Image Courtesy: Google :)

Rainfall Of Memories..

2012-01-12T09:25:00.000-08:00

(Now..)

My coffee is cold. I have no intentions of drinking it. The cafe is about to close, but I do not move.
It's pouring outside..

I'm finally pushed out by the waiter. I ain't got no place to go to. Home feels empty without him even after so long..

I hurriedly walk wrapping my arms around myself. There are no taxis around. I stand under a tree, waiting for the rain to stop. I'm cold.
I'm lonely.

A car stops besides me.
"Do you want a lift?" He asks.
'Yes please' I say, and get in besides him.

I look at him, and he looks back at me. Our eyes meet. He holds my hands tight. "I knew I'd find you here." He whispers, as he comes closer to me.
"Walk me home, will you?" I ask.

He says nothing. We get out of the car and walk. There is silence.. But our hearts talk.
And when he pulls me close, and presses himself against me, our love reunites.

We spend the entire night on the steps, watching the rain fall, letting it bring back memories.. and letting the silence connect us once again!
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With this I come to an end of my story :) Thank You to all of you for reading.

Love,
Philo

The Fresh Smell Of The Earth.. Fresh Love

2012-01-09T23:19:00.000-08:00

(Way Back..)

As I walk into the cafe, he's already there. He's wearing his favourite white shirt, and as he sees me, he smiles. I'm immediately drawn towards him, and his stare makes me conscious.
I sit down besides him.

'Hi' He says. 'Hi back' I say.
And, we click!
We spend the entire evening talking. Laughing. Living.
With not a single moment of silence..

"So, do you want me to drop you home?" He asks.
"How about you walk me instead?" I smile.

We hold hands as we walk. It rains. We are completely soaked, but our footsteps remain slow.
We splash in the puddles, we laugh, we run. And when I fall, he carries me home.

"You're beautiful." He says, coming closer.
I laugh and push him away. He comes closer again, and I don't move. I lay my lands on his chest, as our lips slowly meet.
"You won't leave?" I ask.
"Nope. We'll always get drenched together."

We spend the entire night watching the rain fall.
Talking, laughing and living.. Wrapped in each others arms.

Next: Rainfall Of Memories.

Drenched Together..

2012-01-06T22:54:00.000-08:00

Before
(Lost in the rain)

We sat across each other. His face is blank. Expressionless.
I look at him, trying to meet his eyes. But the looks away, refusing to meet mine.
"So..now what?" He asks. "I..I don't know." I manage to say. "You always say that. You were always clueless and that is why we are here today!" He laughs. A sarcastic one. He's rude, bitter and harsh.
I gulp down the lump that was starting to form in my throat. I have nothing to say, yet there is so much I want him to know. My hands reach out to hold his. He's warm..but the warmth feels unfamiliar. He does not pull back. We sit in the silence not knowing what to do.

"It's late. We should go." He finally breaks the silence. I want to stay there, with him holding me. My heart refuses to let go, but my feet somehow drag me out. I follow him..clueless as ever!

"Should I drop you home?" He asks.
"No it's fine."
"Well alright. Bye then!"

"Can I hold you for the last time?" I ask.
I breathe into his neck, and he envelopes me in his arms. I cling to him, and he holds me tight.
He finally breaks free. Kissing me on my forehead, he walks away.
I stand and watch him disappear. And once he's no longer visible, I walk back home.
Alone..

It rains, and it brings memories..

Coming next: The fresh smell of the earth, Fresh love.

Happy New Year :)

2011-12-26T08:36:00.001-08:00

Another year has come to an end, and yes, I'm still here. I survived!

Life isn't easy. It never is. But then, if it was just a bed of roses, then what would we learn? What would we experience? There would be nothing!

So, as another year is now ending, I'm happy...happy because I did not give up even though the thorns pricked hard, even though I had no more tears left to shed, and even though I felt nothing many a times. I did not fall apart! I managed to put myself together. I smiled when the times were bad.

And yes, things do heal with time. I now know that very well.

A very Happy New Year to all of you! I hope you've all had a wonderful year, and I hope that the next one brings even more smiles to all of you :)

Thanks a ton for reading my work, and for inspiring me to write more.

I'll be away from blogging for a couple of time as I have my exams. Though I will try and drop in whenever possible. I hope to see you all when I return :)

Take Care till then!

Happy Blogging!

Love,

Philo x

Merry Christmas :)

2011-12-24T02:41:00.000-08:00

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
But,
There is no way I can reach the top.
Suddenly
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,
And
When I'm tired
Santa carries me back home
And
Drifts me in to the land of angels and snowmen..

I look up at my tree.
It shines..
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.

And
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..
And
Drowning in the gifts of our memories..

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A very Merry Christmas to all of you. May you have a great time :)
And,
A very Happy Birthday to The Guy Who Is Always Breathless :D Stay Happy Ovais :)

Merry Christmas once again :) Spread smiles!

Philo xx

Pictures from: Deviantart

Midnight Talks With Philo :P

2011-12-21T08:37:00.000-08:00

"He writes about sadness and adds a warm touch to it.."

Zain is a twenty year old blogger from Calcutta. I stumbled upon his blog a couple of weeks back, and I fell in love with his writing. He's an amazing writer and his writing really mesmerizes a person :) He's a very talented poet, and he's new to blog world. So I thought of talking his interview and welcoming him to Blogspot :)

Welcome Zain :) I hope you have a wonderful time here! And thank you so much for your time..

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?

Zain: Surprise

Me: Music to you is?

Zain: Escape from reality

Me: Love?

Zain: Honestly nothing came to my mind.

Me: Midnight?

Zain: My imaginations come alive

Me: Writing?

Zain: My expressions

Me: You?

Zain: Simple

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

Zain: Ahoy!

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Thank You once again Zain. Keep writing, so that we can all keep reading your work :)

You guys can check him out here: She is a mesmerizing dream of mine

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As this year is drawing to an end, follow the chain. Interview any one of your favorite bloggers. Make someone smile :)

Cheers!

Philo

Naked Love.

2011-12-20T01:42:00.000-08:00

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..

A New Start..

2011-12-18T04:47:00.000-08:00

I close my eyes and make a wish. I then blow the candles off the cake..

When I was a kid, I believed in birthday wishes. I thought they would all come true someday.

But even on my eighteenth birthday, I did close my eyes and make a wish. Hoping that it will come true someday. Hoping that I can make it come true one day.

'Hope'

It keeps us going. Right? When we lose hope, we lose faith. We lose everything.

When we are young, we believe in birthday wishes, in tooth fairies and in Santa Clause.

But as we grow up, we realise that these things don't exist in the real world. But we never stop hoping, right? It helps us in keeping up with the shit our lives give us.

So, as I closed my eyes, I made a wish. Hoping that it does come true :)

I blew off the candles of the past, and made a new start. A new beginning of the eighteenth year of my life..

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Yes, I turned eighteen yesterday, though I still feel like a six year old :)

And two of my friends gave me the best gift of my life. Thanks a ton to both of you!

You can check them out here :)

Rahul :)

Rose :)

You Sang To Me

2011-12-15T01:37:00.001-08:00

The songs still remind me of you.

When I listen to them, I think of you.

And when I sing along, I remember you singing them to me.

They used to be our lullaby. They were our songs. Do you remember?

Your arms were my castle. You sang to me.. making me feel safe. I could lie with you forever.. I wanted to. But you?

You sang promises to me. Fake ones.. Behind your comforting voice were nothing but lies. You disguised yourself in front of me, and I drifted away with the songs you filled me up with.

I was a fool. I believed you.

I was a fool. I gave in to you.

And I was a fool because I closed myself within your songs. You built fake walls for me, and I engulfed myself within them.

You broke them when the time came. You left, leaving me to pick up the broken pieces. And as I try to re build the castle, I listen to the songs you used to sing to me. And you are all I think about.

I was a fool to love you. I'm still a fool because I still love you, even though you sang nothing but fake promises to me.

I still hold on to them. They are still my lullaby, while you're singing them to someone else now..

"I'm Yours"- The Script.

The first song you sang to me. You were never mine. That was your first lie.

Red.

2011-12-12T07:34:00.000-08:00

Red lips.
Clicking heels.
Shimmering skirt,
Hip clinging.
Deep cut,
Hanging low..
Bare shoulders,
Lacy straps.
Long locks,
Shining brown.
Flawless skin
Perfect curves.
Confident moves,
Head high.

When you walk,
All eyes turn to you!

Red eyes.
Pale skin.
Tattered,
Lying in the corner.
Smoke around,
Inhaling deep..
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

Cupcake Love (Final Part) :)

2011-12-09T05:32:00.000-08:00

I don't wale up until late noon. I make my way to the washroom.
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.
And
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.
Luke blushing.
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! :)
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With this I come to end of another story :)
I'll be back soon with another one :)

Thanks to all of you for reading! :)

Love,
Philo :)

Cupcake Love :) (part 3)

2011-12-07T06:06:00.000-08:00

"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!

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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..

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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..

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Coming next: Final part :)
Picture: Google =D

Cupcake Love :) (part 2)

2011-12-05T23:42:00.000-08:00

Luke.
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..?

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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.

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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-

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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.
Deep breaths.
One..
Two..
..The doorbell rings!

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(to be continued)
Picture: Google

Cupcake Love :) (Part 1)

2011-12-03T08:23:00.000-08:00

Luke: Hey!
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 :)
Maria: Sure!

-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-

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I slam my laptop shut and sigh. Why does he never notice me..

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!

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The bell rings downstairs, and I run to open the door. I pull my shirt a little low and open the door.
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.

-Mission failed. Once again.-
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(to be cont..)

Hidden Beauty..

2011-11-29T01:23:00.001-08:00

I look at my reflection in the mirror. Only my eyes are visible.
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 :)

Lovers And Siners- Guest Entry (Peter: Final Part)

2011-11-24T07:55:00.000-08:00

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.

*Phone rings*
'Kia calling'.
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.
Love,
Philo!

Lovers And Sinners.. (Serena. Part 1,2 and 3)

2011-11-21T07:08:00.000-08:00

(1)

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..
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(2)
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?
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(3)
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..
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Written by- Pickle :)
Image Courtesy: Google :)

Coming soon: AJs version of Peter :)

Lovers And Sinners (Part 4: Peter)

2011-11-19T08:51:00.000-08:00

I quickly dress up, and run behind Serena. She does not listen and my explanations go in vain. She does not want me near.

Kia is nowhere around. Serena pushes me out of her house and go away. I sit outside in the rain, hoping it washes away everything that had just happened.. I am left numb and I can't think of anything.

I wait for the lights to go off, and then I somehow make my way home..

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I walk right into Josh's room. I needed to talk to my brother. But, he's not in. I sit down on the bed with my head in my hands. I can't even cry..

My eyes then catch hold of something shiny.

Picking up Serena's bracelet from the bed, I go numb once again..

I had lost Serena long back, and I never knew..

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So this is how it ends :) Thank You to each one of you for reading my story and for your wonderful comments.

A friend of mine has written a guest entry on Serena. I'll be posting it soon :) If any of you wanted the story to end in a different manner, then you're most welcome to write your version of the story :) You just need to mail it to me, and I'll put it up!

Thank you once again :)

Love,

Philo

Lovers And Sinners. (Peter: Part 3)

2011-11-17T00:54:00.000-08:00

I sit with my books in front of me, but I can't concentrate. I know I have to clear my SATS. I needed a scholarship. But, the letters look hazy, and tears form in my eyes.
The perfect evening had been ruined, and I realized that Serena has become distant from me. A side of her that I never knew has started to surface.
The only one who knows what is going on, is Kia. I'm sure about that. But there's no way that I can get to the depth of it.

I try calling Serena, but her cell is switched off. She didn't have any weekend plans, so she ought to be at home. I think of going over..
I needed her, even if she no longer did.
..........

Parking my car outside the Saunder's house, I walk up to the front door. There is light in just one room. It was a good sign that Serena would be alone at home. Kia was supposed to go out with her parents.
I ring the doorbell and wait. Serena takes a long time to open.
It's dark inside. I look into her eyes..After a while, she looks away. She says nothing. Holding my hands, she leads me upstairs.
Her hair falls on her shoulders and her smell lingers between us. Her hands feel warm. I hold her close, and for once, she takes the lead.
Pushing me on the bed, she comes over me. 'I love you..' She whispers. I pull her close, and run my fingers through her hair. I wanted to talk to her, but I wanted to live in this moment.
Our lips meet..the sweetness gets to me. The short peaks soon turn intense, and before long, we are pulling at each others clothes, gasping for our breath.
She presses herself against me, and buries her head into my shoulders.
We belong to each other.
...........

I lift her chin and look into her eyes. But she refuses to meet mine.

Suddenly, the lights go on, and the warmth I no longer feel. Looking towards the door, I see Serena burst into tears. I see the real Serena shatter. While lying besides me, I see Kia stare at me and smile. 'I've always loved you Peter.' She says. But I don't listen. She tries holding my hands, but I push her away.

This could not be real..
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Coming next: Final part :)
Picture Courtesy: Google :D

Lovers And Sinners (Peter: Part 2)

2011-11-15T07:48:00.000-08:00

Serena and Kia have always been joined to my hip. I would walk between the two girls, pretending to be a casanova. I would show them off. I felt they were mine.
But things changed. I always knew that Serena and I had a special bond. My world soon started revolving around her, and I gave myself to her. The closer I got to her, the more distant Kia became from me. When I got a lover, I lost a friend.

I grab the bracelet I had purchased for Serena and I take off to go to her place. Something was wrong with her, and I needed to know.

Walking into the twins room, Serena's smile takes my breath away.. She is my angel..
I take her in my arms and kiss her. She tastes sweet. Of Vanilla. I recognize the taste. It comforts me.
But, the sweetness is taken away when I see Kia stare at me.
There was something about her. I don't know why she changed. I loved being with the old Kia. The transformed her gave me nothing but creeps.
I put my hands around Serena's waist. She has the perfect curves. Waving at Kia, the two of us walk out.
The evening has to be perfect. I had to bring Serena back to me..
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Coming next: (Peter: Part 3) Sorry, but this story is kind of long :) Thank You for the patience and for the kind words :)

Image Courtesy: Google :)

Lovers And Sinners (PETER: Part 1)

2011-11-13T07:23:00.000-08:00

I sit in the classroom and wait for Serena to come. She said that she would come early. She wanted to talk. But, she was nowhere around.
I turn back and see Kia. She sits on the other end. I notice her look my way. When I smile, she turns away.
There is something about her. The way she looked at me, her glances made me feel uncomfortable. It was as if she disliked me.
On the other hand, Serena was warm. When I am with her, my world feels perfect and complete.
Even though the two girls look alike, they are so different.

Serena walks in slowly and slumps down besides me. She has a scowl on her face, and her eyes are red. I pull her towards me, and ask her what is wrong. But she pushes me away. I don't try again. I feel Kia's stare burn my back. I fear losing Serena..
I don't know what she wants from me any longer.
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Coming Next.. (Peter: Part 2)

Lovers And Sinners (Part 2: KIA)

2011-11-10T08:29:00.001-08:00

I pretended to read, but I watched her. My eyes took notice of everything she did. The way she laughed, the way she walked, her expressions.. I noticed every move of hers.

She looked beautiful. Beautiful in a way I could never be.

When Peter came into our room, I felt myself burn. I saw them kiss, and I noticed how Serena held on to him.

Watching them walk out of the room, I close my book and go through Serena's wardrobe. I pick up her favourite dress. Peter had gifted it to her a few months ago.

I put it on, and let my hair down. I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile.

The dress hung low on my body, making my curves perfectly visible. I dab some makeup on my face and apply Serena's perfume.

Putting myself in her shoes, I walk around and laugh. I laugh a 'Serena laugh' and I feel like Serena does. it was just the taste of Peter's lips that I wanted to feel now..

Coming next: Peter(Part 1) :)

Lovers And Sinners (Part 1: KIA)

2011-11-09T01:08:00.000-08:00

*KIA

From the corner of the class, I sit and look at them. His strongly built shoulders, his short blonde hair, and his arms wrapped around a girl.. A girl who looks just like I do.
She has the same brown eyes, the same slim structure, the same light skin, and the same features. The same origin, the same blood.
Yet, she has something that I've always longed for. She is my sister, my twin, my other half. And, she is with the boy I've always dreamt about.
.........................
Serena and I have always been alike. We ought to be, cause we are twins. But, our similarities are so intense, that sometimes, even our friends tend to get confused! And we enjoy the show!
But, Peter managed to do us apart.
Initially, he too got confused. In fact, he got more confused than the others. But then, he managed to slowly reach Serena's soul, and he started to recognize her from the glitter in her eyes, the longing in her lips and the smell of her perfume. The closer he got to her, the more difficult it became for me to see it all..
The pain was unbearable, the frustration and the jealously ate me up from within.
What did she have that I didn't? What did I lack in? What made her perfect for him..and what made him turn away from me?
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(cont..)

Picture courtesy: Google
Coming next: (Kia: Final part)

Awards =D

2011-11-06T00:47:00.000-07:00

A hello to all of you :)
Firstly, I would like to thank all of you for reading my work and for following me. I never thought that my blog would ever come such a long way. Whatever my blog is today, is only because of you guys. Your comments make my day and motivate me to write even more :)

it's my 301th post today. I don't really do awards, but I would like to thank a few very special bloggers who have helped me come such a long way.
I made this (stupid looking) award on paint. So kindly don't laugh at it :P

Specially, YOU! You know this is for you, yea? :D

Here it is then :)
..I would like to give this award out to..

Destiny's Child : http://perceptionsofaconfusedsoul.blogspot.com/
Her blog has a charm in it. It's very welcoming and her writing is simple, and from the heart :)

Brian Miller : http://www.waystationone.com/
He writes about things I can never think about! His way of writing, the way he portrays things.. It's just so different. It always leaves me wondering about how he can write in such a manner :)

Rahul Bhatia : http://rahulsblogandcollections.blogspot.com/
I've just started reading his blog. He is indeed very generous in commenting :) Thank you for helping me with my story's title :)

Savaiba : http://exceptionallysuvaiba.blogspot.com/
The ever cheerful tigress :)
Her comments make me smile all the time :) The writing has a depth in it. And her first shot in writing a love story is worth a read :)

Red Handed : http://anuglyhead.blogspot.com/
When I first saw her pen name and the profile picture, I thought that she would be someone dark.. But her posts make me laugh :) She gives me my daily dose of random reading and she writes about just anything and everything! Her hand over writing is amazing and I seriously await to read her posts :)

The Blunt Blogger : http://chintangupta.blogspot.com/
She's one of the most straight forward bloggers I've come across. She pens down what she feels like, and she does have very strong opinions :) Her name really matches her writing :) And I'm in love with her profile picture :D

Rahul : http://randomrahul.blogspot.com/
Aka the Macho Man :)
His story 'Consumed' was amazing and his poetry is really good :) He's good with writing random things and his humour is something I wish I could have :) He flatters me a bit too much and his comments really make me want to write better :)

SuperNick : http://thedevilsworkshop-nick.blogspot.com/
This is one guy I can't miss out :) He's appreciated me so much, that I just didn't know how to react to all of the praises he had for me! When he first told me what he observed in my posts, I thought that he had been stalking me :P But when I went deeper into what he had to say, I realized that he was so correct. When ever you want to read something light, hit his link :) He's bound to cheer you up :) Still laughing, Prithvi?? :P

Being Pramoda : http://yedilmangemore.blogspot.com/
Her posts are usually short, but they mean a lot :)

Crystal : http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/
I have no words to describe her writing. They are deep and intense. And her writing has an effect for a very long time :)

Rose : http://thecarnelianrose.blogspot.com/
A new blogger but a very old friend :) Her writing style is totally different from mine, and she is my all time critic :D She inspires me to write, and she is very curious :) Rose, don't call me up now and ask me what I meant. PUT THE PHONE DOWN :D

Ovais : He's my all time favourite! :) The guy who is truly madly and deeply in love and who is always breathless :) You are Amazing Ovais :)

Jyoti Mishra : http://jyotimi.blogspot.com/
She's a complete sweetheart :) I love her writing style :) Her comments really makes me smile big time :)

My list will never end, so I'm sorry if I miss any of you out. All of you mean a lot to me, and you guys really keep me going on :)
Thank you once again.

Take Care.
Have a nice day :)

Philo xx

Family Bonds.. (part 3)

2011-11-04T03:51:00.000-07:00

I wake up with a start. I quickly get dressed and rush to the hospital.

I run into my mother's room.. I thank God that she looks better.
Sitting down besides her, I take her hands in mine.
"I love you mum.." I say. "You read my diary, didn't you?" She asks. Her voice is a whisper. It is lifeless and weak. I nod my head, not being able to speak.
She lifts my hand and kisses it. She then places it over her chest. Her heart beats are slow..
"I'm sorry." I say.
"Don't be. I always knew you would come back someday." She smiles.

We look at each other..tears fill in both our eyes. I hold her hand tight.
"You will be fine mum. You need to fight." I say.
"Now that you are here, I will fight.."
..........

(A week later)
I walk into my room. It looks brighter now. I lift the picture that was hanging on the wall. I replace it, and hang it back.
I look at it and smile.
It's a picture of a girl holding her parents hands. It's a picture of a happy family.
The girl is me. The two people on my sides are the ones who never stopped caring..

It's my parent's anniversary today. I bake a cake for my mother. I help her cut the cake and feed her. She's happy. She looks beautiful.
Once she falls asleep, I cuddle her into my arms and fall asleep besides her.

I will keep her safe, just the way she did when I was a kid..
.......

So, I did manage a happy ending :)
Thanks to all of you for your wonderful comments and for reading :)
Take Care!

Family Bonds.. (Part 2)

2011-11-01T08:00:00.000-07:00

I make my way up the stairs and push the door open.

Familiarity comes to me. A sense of belonging I feel..

The bed with the blue mattress on it, the pink curtains.. The colours have now faded away, but I recognize them.

A picture hangs on the wall.

A girl in her teens with a boy besides her. He is holding her tight.

The girl is me.

The boy is the person for whom I had left my family when I was eighteen.

I returned back only today, after I heard that my mother was in the hospital.

I left my mother when she needed me.

And, the boy I loved, left me.

My mother was always there for me, but I... I was never there for her!

I sit on my bed and watch the night sky.. And before long, I fall asleep holding my mother's diary in my arms, letting my tears wipe the dust from it..

(Final part..To be cont..) :)

Family Bonds.. (Part 1)

2011-10-29T21:22:00.000-07:00

The lock refuses to open. I turn the key a several times, and then the heavy iron lock finally opens..

On pushing open the door, the smell of dust fills me up. I cough, and make my way through, getting rid of the cobwebs that were sticking to me.
I keep my bags in the corner of the living room, and go about scanning the other rooms. The wooden floors creek as I walk on them, and it feels like they may break any moment.
The entire place is covered with dust and the stench of the dampness does not go away even after I spray the entire bottle of the room perfume!
I tie my hair back, pick up a cloth, and start dusting the furniture's. The dust particles fly, as I lift the white cloth off the chairs and tables.
.....
While cleaning this old house, in which nobody has lived for years, old memories make their way to me.
I find old pictures..some of me, and some of others. My parents when they wee young, me as a kid, me with my grandparents.. Old diaries, filled with feelings, and walls with scribblings on them. Scribblings done on them by me when I was a child.
Sitting down, I scan through the things.
I wipe the dust off the pictures and look at them, trying to recollect each of them..bringing myself to the days I had left behind.
And as I flip through the pages of my mother's diary, I realized the pain she felt. And how shattered she was, when I left home, and how she had stopped living after my father's death.

I hold the diary close to my heart, and cry..
I blame myself for my mother being in the hospital.
.......
(to be cont..)
(Picture courtesy: Google)

I can't seem to get a suitable title though :(

Lights and Colours!

2011-10-26T00:32:00.000-07:00

I draw a design with a chalk. The white looks empty on the ground. Lifeless and dull. Hardly visible.

I put my hands into the packet of colours and fill the design with it. Red, yellow, green, blue…

I go on filling till the white is no longer visible. It looks beautiful.

I smile and dust the colours off my hands.

.........

Our life is empty. It is up to us to fill it with colours. We have to make it bright and beautiful. And the first step to happiness is a smile.

May this Diwali bring happiness to all of you!

Burst the crackers of your fears, of the things that hold you back. And light the lamps of your dreams.

A very Happy Diwali and a Prosperous New Year to all of you!

Spread smiles! =)

Coming soon: Awards on my blog :D

Take Care till then.

Philo.

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Awards :)

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Unfaithful

Under The Duvet Lies Us :)

Dewdrops On The Leaves..

Rainfall Of Memories..

The Fresh Smell Of The Earth.. Fresh Love

Drenched Together..

Happy New Year :)

Merry Christmas :)

Midnight Talks With Philo :P

Naked Love.

A New Start..

You Sang To Me

Red.

Cupcake Love (Final Part) :)

Cupcake Love :) (part 3)

Cupcake Love :) (part 2)

Cupcake Love :) (Part 1)

Hidden Beauty..

Lovers And Siners- Guest Entry (Peter: Final Part)

Lovers And Sinners.. (Serena. Part 1,2 and 3)

Lovers And Sinners (Part 4: Peter)

Lovers And Sinners. (Peter: Part 3)

Lovers And Sinners (Peter: Part 2)

Lovers And Sinners (PETER: Part 1)

Lovers And Sinners (Part 2: KIA)

Lovers And Sinners (Part 1: KIA)

*Awards* =D

Family Bonds.. (part 3)

Family Bonds.. (Part 2)

Family Bonds.. (Part 1)

Lights and Colours!

Awards =D