Window

Your body is away from me
But there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.

~Rumi

 

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I loved what Lauren Martin said in her recent contribution on EliteDaily, on the 7 Mistakes You Might Want to Avoid Now So They Don’t Become Lifelong Regrets.

“Love is the only real and honest thing in this world and refusing to accept it is denying yourself maybe the only real thing worth living for. Too many times people find a way to reject love, either because they are scared or don’t recognize it when it wraps its comfortable arms around them. Take love from everyone, don’t be afraid to fall head first into it and protect it as the most sacred thing in your life when you’ve found it.”

I have found love on several occasions in the years that I have been single again. Let’s just say that I totally agree with F. Scott Fitzgerald’s view points on love and how we should approach it.  It did not mean he loved Zelda less. Sometimes we forget that we are capable of so much more and that includes our hearts and our capacity to love.

I am never afraid of being lonely. Maybe because I am an only child who have came to love the solitude. The solitude that is now a part of my process to do what I need to do or spend time on what I am most passionate about.  In reality, I love the presence of someone in the background to balance the solitude.  True, I am never bored because I can always find something that I can do or fill my time with like reading, enjoying my music and allocating time for random pinnings of whatever interests me.

But at the end of the day, it is about having someone to share your daily sexy selfies and silly thoughts with and all the important ones like what to have for dinner. It is about having someone to impress just by being myself and not even having to try at all. Someone to indulge in the bedroom and someone to feed. Someone to have adventures with; even if it is as trivial as trying the new Chennai restaurant in the neighbourhood. Someone to laugh with. Someone who cares.

We keep windows open for love to embrace us in the most beautiful ways. We let ourselves be consumed with words, the veiled kisses, the real wet ones, the euphoria of orgasmic waves and of visions of what’s in store for lovebirds who endure. The future is now. Recognize it, seize it, enjoy it, be grateful for it and tell me I’m the one rocking your future. And you know that won’t be a lie.

 

 

 

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Trick or treat?

Tricks

So much to do, but I can’t help but rewind,
One thing stays constant on my mind.
Could it be the company or the wine?
Playing tricks on this heart of mine.

His presence is quiet intoxication, spell-binding,
His appeal is invisibly magnetic, mesmerizing;
Like patchouli on a hot summer day,
Clings and lingers, in a sexy, beguiling way.

The smell of him on my skin,
I’d wear him between my breasts,
And when the holy water part me from within;
I’d still taste him on my breaths.

Sweet and addictive
Makes me submissive
It’s almost destructive
Do I need a motive?

I don’t think so…

I can’t let this one go, no?
So sit back and enjoy the show.
Watch us go,
Looking for a bird called swallow.

They say it is true love, lucky fellow.

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May 12, 2014 · 6:03 AM

He’s the man.

He's the man.

I believe every lie that I ever told,
Paid by the hearts that I ever stole,
I played my cards and I didn’t fold;
Well it ain’t that hard when you got soul.

Somewhere I heard that life is a test,
I been through the worse but I still give my best.

I got all the answers to all your questions,
I’d be the teacher you could be the lesson;
I’d be the preacher you’d be the confession,
I’d be the quick relief to what you’re stressing.

It’s a thin line between love and hate,
Is it really real or is it really fate?

Got my soldiers, standing on my feet,
No surrender and I won’t retreat.

Stand up now and face the sun,
Hard not to tell then turn and run,
It’s time to do what must be done;
Be a king when kingdom comes.

So you can tell everybody,

I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man.

Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am.

~Aloe Blacc

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May 9, 2014 · 3:54 AM

Dejavu

Dejavu

I had a dejavu,

Thought I saw you,

Out of the blue,

I had no clue.

My fragmented and patched heart skipped a beat

My legs glued to the floor.

I felt the heat,

Piercing through the closed glass door.

Suddenly I realized I no longer have tears

Misty-eyed by the visions of you

For I have moved on, without fear

Mended pieces of my heart no longer bled for you.

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May 6, 2014 · 11:14 AM

The shadow

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In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours,

In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.

I do not love you as if you were salt rose,

Or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

In secret between the shadow and the soul.

That’s where we exist,

That is where you want to be and where you belong;

Although it is not where I want you to be, where we should be.

As certain as your past held you back from declaring your love,

Just as much certainty in the effect,

As certain as the cause that leads;

To the inability to shape our path, to seeing how much stronger we can be

Or the difference we can make to shape mankind;

For no difference can be made lurking in the shadows,

Turning the most magical insignificant.

Your lack of faith in me, in seeing me as the masses when you know I am the only one.

Oh how little you know me when you have seen so much.

I have died and you brought me back to life,

Only to kill me again.

 

 

 

 

 

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Why aren’t you married?

 

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When you are single and are sick of the question “Why aren’t you married, here’s a list of clever comebacks for you–

  • You haven’t asked yet.
  • I was hoping to do something meaningful with my life.
  • Because I just love hearing this question.
  • Just lucky, I guess.
  • It gives my mother something to live for.
  • My fiancée is awaiting his/her parole.
  • I’m still hoping for a shot at Miss/Mr. America.
  • I’m waiting until I get to be your age.
  • It didn’t seem worth a blood test.
  • I already have enough laundry to do, thank you.
  • I guess it just goes to prove that you can’t trust those voodoo doll rituals.
  • Why aren’t you thin?
  • I’m married to my career, although recently we have been considering a trial separation.
  • Bonus reply for Single Mothers: Because having a husband and a child would be redundant.

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Validation

Reflections by Allegra C.

I do until I don’t know what to do but to call you. But I will never tell the real reason why because the heart is egotistical too. 

What are we? People kept asking me:

What are you to me?

And what am I to you?

Only this I know is true…

You are an enigma,

One I can’t let go,

You’re a shade of grey, a stigmata

Of all that I am, that only God and the devil know.

Together

A good place to be, togetherness. Because there’s nothing like you and I together. 

We are together,

On my mind, always; the little things that matter,

Tried to switch you off but it’s not working,

Your name on my lips, dancing; rhymes with everything.

I don’t want to call it anything,

Even though it is nothing short of amazing,

Living in the now, loving what we have, when we have it;

Why would we have to label it to make what we feel legit?

Nothing about us is conventional, why should what we are be?

Not a typical boyfriend, a husband or a fuck buddy.

You make me high, better than ecstasy,

After all, it is not in the destination, but in the journey.

But if I had to call it something…

It is an epic in the making.

You are an obsession, a passionate revelation.

Whenever I’m lost, you are my direction.

I want you to know how you make me want to,

Paint rainbows all above you,

Masks you from the haze,

Be the dancing light in your dark maze.

Because you make me feel like a million bucks,

Even though at times reality sucks;

You’re a sweet distraction, a true validation

That love exists without expectation.

*****

What is he to me? Let me elucidate thee,

I am him and he is me.

When I look in the mirror it is him I see,

A revelation in my reflections of what we could be.

A vision of you and me.

~Allegra C. 

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