Maa's hands...

This was a college assignment...the topic "Mother's hands"

I DNT KNW HOW IT FELT WHEN SHE HELD ME FOR THE FIRST TIME…
M sure her hands must have been warm and soothing lik a wind chime…
Then her hand must have held me and held her breast….
And she then fed me….and put my soul to rest
Then holding this same hand…I learnt to walk….simulating her lips …I learnt to talk
She held my hand in hers…n made me write A,B,C…..i dint know how to write but I know she loved me
In class 5th a guy said “iski maa toh langdi hey”…It got on my nerves…I pushed him out my way
I slapt him on his face…he hit me back…
ma washed my wounds with these hands and forgive the chap.
Then she met with th accident….n her hand had this crutche…she felt lik giving up…
but for us she gave life a nudge
Sometimes these hand had rashes….sometimes they went numb….but silently she suffered….
she wanted us to b strong lik our mum
Then ashu broke my heart…my world broke apart…cuping my face with her hand….
she knew the pain I cudnt stand
That hand patted me evrynight… till I was done wit the pain…these hands healed my heart….
like a saint
These were the hands that tied mansi di’s knot….these are the hands that slapped mohit…when with me he fought

we never ever realised ….that ma was handicapped…she’s been a woman of courage,strenght,love and care….
she never ever complained that life was unfair
I wish many times that I was her stick…
wn I told her this she thought I was sick…
atleast then her hand would hold onto me till she was gone….
bt now m glad tht I am her dughter cz I knw these hands will bless me even after she’s long gone
her’s were the hands that cooked,fed,prayed,blessed,slapped,soothed,patted,tickled, taught and WALKED……

All I Want...Is You

A dream so strong…a winter long…..
Long walks…sweet talks
Wet feet…dirty sheets
Work a bit on your charm…dance holding me in your arm…
Hugs tight….love fights
Known silence …mock violence
When am hurt,you might get another chance…if you do a li’l strip tease and a li’l dance…
for me no chocolates… no teady bears
I know I sound wicked… and unfair
Instead a massage I’d love…it would be fun ending up making love…
No betrayals… no disguise
Pamper me cuddle me…look into my eyes
Arrange for a bonfire by the pool…kiss me tease me make me drool…
Stolen gazes…blushed faces
Half smiles…walking miles
Kiss me on my elbow,kiss me on my knees…when I do a little drama, say a cute please!!!
Winking,ticklin … and a mild flirt
Laughing your heartout…till the ribs hurt
Tickle my bare back wit a rose…gimme wet kisses on my toes…
Sleepful…sinless
Sinful …sleepless
Play wit my hair,sing me lullaby…gaze in my eyes n talk about the sky…

Kiss my forehead kiss my eyes
Touch my belly button and make the temperature rise…

Kiss my nose and kiss my chin
Say you want me …with that grin…

Kiss my ears n kiss my cheeks
Take my ecstacy to the new peaks…

Kiss me on my ears and kiss my lips
Touch me everywhere with your fingertips…

Cuddled up in the blanket…by the fire
Tell me your childhood memories…and desires…

When I fall asleep…whisper “I love u”
Make love to me again…and say its true…until I say I love u too…
But even if u don’t do all this stuff
The times r harsh n realities rough…
I’ll b there by your side…Try to work my charm
I’ll sway u lik a tide…N hold u in my arms…
n wn u say baby I luv u…I’ll say I luv u too,3,4,5…infinity

Sins personified!

It’s amazing how they are all so similar but yet so different! There’s so much of variety and its actually fun to hang out with each differently unique individual.
I met this guy whose stories just turned me on (oops! I had promised someone that I’ll not use sex or any carnal stuff in my next written work! ) he’ll do well I know because the passion with which he told me the stories, the scripts rather, were amazing. So much enthusiasm and so much glow and all smiles and pride on his face, the gestures and the eye contact while telling them to me. One thing he shared with me was that he lies unnecessarily  *He never closed his eyes though* and I liked that fact.
And there was this other one who was younger and behaved like a young kid, not very very interesting but occasionally cracked funny one liners and I always liked when he laughed, he laughed well!
Then there was this one who worked for an advertising firm. Kinda wanabe but very passionate about his work. Was young and acting all grown up but was doing well with his job. Had good eyes, this one, greenish brown and super duper flat stomach!
This one’s my favourite. I don’t know whether he was a best friend ever or not. Damn ignorant but I got used to it. And every time it’s just impossible that I’ll say no to him for something… like a stuck up. Knowing him eventually, he’s a sweetheart. Oh and he never lied to me about his past relationships and what a cheapster he’s been in life (but that may be because he knew it won’t matter to me). And he never left…was there…Tall, cute-faced ( with glow and all) with tutu and the other bunch of teda meda teeth wearing mama’s t-shirt. And the other thing is that I know him so well! He’ll deny that always but he knows the truth. A little hurt but no regrets.
Oh God then there’s the one I call my best friend… saala kamina kutta. Has recently been damn mean to me and made me cry. But I am glad he exists. Had thought he understands the depths a little but after the fight I don’t think so! Ahh I know he still does, but am too angry to let him think that I still acknowledge his being there. He’s promised never to leave and I know he won’t. He rocks because with him I can act like a complete fuck up and get away with it, and because I am his favourite girl on planet and I am gonna be his first priority even if he has a girlfriend or a wife.
Yeyyyy there was this one. Oh he was the best. He was always stoned but for me once he tried being sober. It drove him crazy! The best thing : we met on train ( family frnz n all and jab we met had just released) and got into talking. He had a fucked-up childhood and family scene it so reflected his personality. Awesome is an understatement for his physique. Randomly kamina! But he din’t pretend to be goodie doodie so *respect*
This one had been a childhood friend and was a rebound for a week. He still has existential crisis. Nake guy pretending to be a bad one. Wanabe. But talented has published a book and all. love-hate relationship …kinda turn off. Sense of humour average but sometimes corny. Bolti- band infront of me… but loves me since 9th grade. So awwwww.
Last but not the least! This one had the honour of knowing me good for 4.5 years! Loved him to the core. Still want good stuff for him. He took all my shit and the mood swings never complained. Has been a bad decision maker but good for me!
And I so wish the list was never ending. But its crazy how I eventually try finding good in everyone. Do they deserve it or am I crazy!