Monday, August 23, 2010
They were after my life...Not!
I thought they were after my life, they did not let me think otherwise. All the actions, the motives, the way they looked at me proved that they were in fact after my life. There was no explanation other than that, to what was going on. My worst fears had come true. I just turned 25 I intend to live a li’l longer, I thought to myself. Wanted to run away but couldn’t, they won’t let me. All of them were so close, they could hear me breathe, and they could see the sweat rolling down my forehead, my pain was visible through my moistened eyes. I wish they be human enough to give me another chance at life. I realised, if ever pure evil existed it would be in the form of them. I tried fighting, revolting, they won’t let me, were too many of them for me to fight back. But I did not want to give up fighting…. Like a brave soldier I kept on rebelling and fighting till the point of immense exhaustion. Was about to give up and surrender when I saw something in them, some deep rooted rivalry…jealousy… they were not after my life..they wanted something more….
I did not want to believe as the realisation of what they wanted sank in. They were not after my life… they were after my French Pedicure!!!!!! And as a reflex action of a mother saving her baby …as soon as the realisation struck…some unknown force crawled inside me and I yelled “ennnnooouuuugghhhh….leave me and my feet alllloonnneeeee” only to realise that the scream was only in my head. Reality: I said “oouucchhh”. The ladies in the local train gave me indifferent look and I just smiled at them. By the time I decided to do something cruel I had reached my destination… nahi toh unki toh main!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Girlie wants...
“Brain and system were itching to write but nothing was interesting enough until I happened to enter the elevator and look at the mirror!”
I wish that was the opening line! But is not. So am gona write about something really girlie. Still watching Sex and the city-the movie and tears trickling down. Yes I cried! I DONOT CRY in movies. I feel intense stab of emotions but I “do-not” shed tears on movies! But everytime I see “Big chickening out on carrie” scene, something inside me just churns. Until today I thought that I cried all the four times( yeah that’s how many times I have watched the movie) because of carries’ hurt but only today I realised that each time I cried because carrie had her “girlfriends” when Big left her at the altar. When Big meets her in the middle of the road to apologise and tell her that he wants to marry her and she hits him and says “I knew you would do this to me” the Friend hugs her, yells at Big with rage in her eyes in the form of tears and takes her back to the car. And when all of this is happening I cry.
I sure have best friends. Three amazing guys who would three individual times kill The guy like Big, take me in their arms. And sure they would understand what I am going through and blah blah. Maybe all the three of them would offer to marry me to soothe my senses and I know everything would be aright because they are around BUT…. I want girlfriend’s shoulder to cry on, I want to share girlie stuff like “oh that guy’s ass was so cute” and “this guy had a tiny-winny”. And stuff like, that lucky bitch has him he ought to be with me, you won’t believe what happened…I chipped my nail.
I talk stuff with these three men. Stuff like I think I should have bigger boobs and cuter ass. But trust you me.. the reaction they give is not what I want. A girlfriend would always give truthful reaction but the guys’ reaction is “I think you perfect” “you closest to the perfect girl” “meetali tu dil ki bohot acchi hai” “the guy you gona be with is the luckiest” “I have never met a person with such a pure heart” or not even all this, sometimes its just a “umm-hmm”. Two of them love my voice and one pretends to hate it. But I want a reaction like “you know tera tummy bahaar aa raha hai” or “look at your pimples- as big as mount everest”. I want someone who would be jealous of me and me of her in a healthy way. Someone who’d tell me that I am a fashion disaster ( which I am) someone who’d cry when I tell her am getting married ( which is not likely to happen in this birth). Someone who’d be there always…Someone who’d be a girl.
P.S : I am very much straight…I am the definition of straight…if in doubt please refer the article “Sins Personified”. This blog-post is written in the most platonic interests of fraand-preference.
I wish that was the opening line! But is not. So am gona write about something really girlie. Still watching Sex and the city-the movie and tears trickling down. Yes I cried! I DONOT CRY in movies. I feel intense stab of emotions but I “do-not” shed tears on movies! But everytime I see “Big chickening out on carrie” scene, something inside me just churns. Until today I thought that I cried all the four times( yeah that’s how many times I have watched the movie) because of carries’ hurt but only today I realised that each time I cried because carrie had her “girlfriends” when Big left her at the altar. When Big meets her in the middle of the road to apologise and tell her that he wants to marry her and she hits him and says “I knew you would do this to me” the Friend hugs her, yells at Big with rage in her eyes in the form of tears and takes her back to the car. And when all of this is happening I cry.
I sure have best friends. Three amazing guys who would three individual times kill The guy like Big, take me in their arms. And sure they would understand what I am going through and blah blah. Maybe all the three of them would offer to marry me to soothe my senses and I know everything would be aright because they are around BUT…. I want girlfriend’s shoulder to cry on, I want to share girlie stuff like “oh that guy’s ass was so cute” and “this guy had a tiny-winny”. And stuff like, that lucky bitch has him he ought to be with me, you won’t believe what happened…I chipped my nail.
I talk stuff with these three men. Stuff like I think I should have bigger boobs and cuter ass. But trust you me.. the reaction they give is not what I want. A girlfriend would always give truthful reaction but the guys’ reaction is “I think you perfect” “you closest to the perfect girl” “meetali tu dil ki bohot acchi hai” “the guy you gona be with is the luckiest” “I have never met a person with such a pure heart” or not even all this, sometimes its just a “umm-hmm”. Two of them love my voice and one pretends to hate it. But I want a reaction like “you know tera tummy bahaar aa raha hai” or “look at your pimples- as big as mount everest”. I want someone who would be jealous of me and me of her in a healthy way. Someone who’d tell me that I am a fashion disaster ( which I am) someone who’d cry when I tell her am getting married ( which is not likely to happen in this birth). Someone who’d be there always…Someone who’d be a girl.
P.S : I am very much straight…I am the definition of straight…if in doubt please refer the article “Sins Personified”. This blog-post is written in the most platonic interests of fraand-preference.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The Centre...
Sometimes I get this ethereal feeling. This feeling of me being the centre of the universe. Waiting wanting fidgeting helplessly for someone to listen to what my thoughts are. This weirdest feeling of me being the one person on earth and the earth being empty. I look around at that moment to reassure myself that’s not true because my eyes are seeing people, acknowledging them in simple gestures like smiling at them on a bus stop or pushing them while climbing the local train or asking someone to share the cab or if he could give me a lift till worli naaka. What I see is what I should believe. And when I look at people one by one every face, scrutinising their gestures, I so want to know their life story, curiosity drives me insane every day.
Sometimes I get a strong feeling that it would have been better if I hallucinated. At least there would be a reason called “chemical imbalance in the head” for all of this. And atleast then I would see, feel, and believe what I wanted to. But because that’s not happening I start questioning my being, the purpose, this and that. What is it that I am here for. Studying working getting married having kids raising them dying. I am in denial of this life cycle. I want more…I seek something; I don’t know what but something more. I want to understand people. What drives them. How come they live on and don’t question. I can’t accept that I am here and I exist because I am supposed to. There has to be more to my life than just this life cycle. I know one reason for my existence is love. I am capable of unconditionally loving…I just don’t end up doing it unconditionally… I end up expecting.
It would have been easier if there was a key…an answer to all questions. Everything is equal to “that answer”. Everything = blah!
Restlessly observing people in local trains, roads, bus-stops, everywhere..And wanting to feel like a part of the universe…belonging to a subset of a bigger set. But evrerytime failing. While in Nagpur for the marriage, so wanted to be a part of the wedding, of the family, of the celebration. But it was just my body physically present laughing, dancing, trying to pay attention, but my mind and soul( yes I do have a soul and I am aware of that) wandering, observing everyone in the family, their gestures, conversations, happiness etc etc.
Sometimes i try to focus on my breathing to calm myself down. To not think about my existence. To not question and live on. I wish I was one of them, one of all.
Sometimes I get a strong feeling that it would have been better if I hallucinated. At least there would be a reason called “chemical imbalance in the head” for all of this. And atleast then I would see, feel, and believe what I wanted to. But because that’s not happening I start questioning my being, the purpose, this and that. What is it that I am here for. Studying working getting married having kids raising them dying. I am in denial of this life cycle. I want more…I seek something; I don’t know what but something more. I want to understand people. What drives them. How come they live on and don’t question. I can’t accept that I am here and I exist because I am supposed to. There has to be more to my life than just this life cycle. I know one reason for my existence is love. I am capable of unconditionally loving…I just don’t end up doing it unconditionally… I end up expecting.
It would have been easier if there was a key…an answer to all questions. Everything is equal to “that answer”. Everything = blah!
Restlessly observing people in local trains, roads, bus-stops, everywhere..And wanting to feel like a part of the universe…belonging to a subset of a bigger set. But evrerytime failing. While in Nagpur for the marriage, so wanted to be a part of the wedding, of the family, of the celebration. But it was just my body physically present laughing, dancing, trying to pay attention, but my mind and soul( yes I do have a soul and I am aware of that) wandering, observing everyone in the family, their gestures, conversations, happiness etc etc.
Sometimes i try to focus on my breathing to calm myself down. To not think about my existence. To not question and live on. I wish I was one of them, one of all.
IMPACT...
The article I know is gona start on a promising note and all interesting but is gona end in boredom.
Sometimes life’s a fast forward and sometimes a slow motion and all I am is a constant. Like the seasons in the window everything around changes and moves and grows but rarely does it make a difference, like the people…there are so many of them who mean nothing, who mean something, who mean a lot, who don’t exist, who make a difference and there are some who touch your life. But then you step out of yourself and take a look at whats happening and question whether it was worth letting your life be touched.
Sometimes everything that precedes or follows is a lesson to be learnt and I am tired of learning these “lessons” from life because soon I’ll run outa patience for the learning and would want things to be my way. But anyways, so the lessons yah….there are so many lessons learnt in this whole process of people who’ve had an impact on my life and touched my life. Some of them know about it and many of them don’t but now that I think about it most of them were not worth impacting or touching but they did and it leaves a hollow inside.
I wonder why dint Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam or Mangal Pandey or someone worth it make a difference in my life. Why does it have to be people who do not deserve to make a mark in my life have been there on those moments, incidences and times.
The truth is that there have been people who have not made a difference in my life but still somehow managed to impact or touch and its unfair. People who don’t even know how deeply involved I got into what they said or did and the whole rollercoaster of emotions. People who are unaware. Its not that I want them to be aware or something but it just annoys me that they are not worth it but still they did it. They tried and they won. And believe me on some level everyone tries to leave an impact or touch your life, they are just not consciously aware of doing it or wanting to do it.
And this writing process is just killing me because if i read “this” article on somebody’s blog it would just kill the shit outa me. All I would think that the article is the sign of extreme boredome and lack of grey matter in the brains. But there are issues and there is grey matter that’s why there are these issues.
Sometimes life’s a fast forward and sometimes a slow motion and all I am is a constant. Like the seasons in the window everything around changes and moves and grows but rarely does it make a difference, like the people…there are so many of them who mean nothing, who mean something, who mean a lot, who don’t exist, who make a difference and there are some who touch your life. But then you step out of yourself and take a look at whats happening and question whether it was worth letting your life be touched.
Sometimes everything that precedes or follows is a lesson to be learnt and I am tired of learning these “lessons” from life because soon I’ll run outa patience for the learning and would want things to be my way. But anyways, so the lessons yah….there are so many lessons learnt in this whole process of people who’ve had an impact on my life and touched my life. Some of them know about it and many of them don’t but now that I think about it most of them were not worth impacting or touching but they did and it leaves a hollow inside.
I wonder why dint Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam or Mangal Pandey or someone worth it make a difference in my life. Why does it have to be people who do not deserve to make a mark in my life have been there on those moments, incidences and times.
The truth is that there have been people who have not made a difference in my life but still somehow managed to impact or touch and its unfair. People who don’t even know how deeply involved I got into what they said or did and the whole rollercoaster of emotions. People who are unaware. Its not that I want them to be aware or something but it just annoys me that they are not worth it but still they did it. They tried and they won. And believe me on some level everyone tries to leave an impact or touch your life, they are just not consciously aware of doing it or wanting to do it.
And this writing process is just killing me because if i read “this” article on somebody’s blog it would just kill the shit outa me. All I would think that the article is the sign of extreme boredome and lack of grey matter in the brains. But there are issues and there is grey matter that’s why there are these issues.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
DODO THE DONKESS…
Not many people would understand the story, but this is for a special bear who took dodo on the walk when she wasn’t well….yawny this one’s for you and your yawns!
Once upon a time there was Dodo a small but smart donkess. For those of you who don’t exactly know what’s a donkess, it’s a female donkey…no no a female donkey is not a jenny or jennet but a donkess , says yawny the bear. So Dodo is this sweet, small and smart donkess. And yawny is this huge harmless bear who yawned every time Dodo opened her mouth to talk about something important, like saving the planet from alien attacks and fighting the Resident evils and vampires and predators and everything that’s there in the Hollywood movies, she had some unresolved issues to look after as she was very very proactive in saving the community. One day while yawny and dodo were out on a walk in the wild wild west although Dodo was unwell and not feeling up to the mark but as she was extremely dedicated to saving the world they went ahead. Dodo heard something and as she opened her sweet mouth to tell yawny about it, he YAWNED so she dint bother to tell. As Dodo reached for her pistol (CZ 75 P-01 which was gifted to her by the Czech govt for saving their country from terrorist attacks) she realised she’d forgotten all her gadgets home, as this was supposed to be a fun walk! So after a moment of panic, she slowly went after the voice and yawny followed. She removed the twigs and the branches in the way and what she saw was beyond Yawny’s imaginations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yawny almost fainted. It was a larger than life and in the end it doesn’t even matter, that huge a cockroach! It was so ugly and 10,000 times bigger than Dodo and 1000 times bigger than yawny. It had huge tentacles only coming out of its nose, they were all over the place. Dodo gave yawney that look of “baby everythings gonna be fine main hoon nah” yawney started shivering. Dodo went ahead and made weird dhechu dhechu sound aloud to distract the cockroach’s attention from yawney. And as the cockroach looked at her she skid her way through his huge legs with a dried sharp twig in her hand and while skidding split open his stomach. Pool of blood started pouring in which dodo and yawney swam for a bit celebrating their victory but then something horribly went wrong. Dodo’s worstest fears came true, she held yawney tightly as she was living the fear and it came near and near( although it wasn’t there but dodo had amazing sixth sense and she knew its coming for her) so she held yawney tightly and told him half crying that the big black lustrous snake three times bigger than anaconda called “Chamkila” is coming smelling the blood. Yawny started shivering again. The snake slowly started appearing infront of them half standing half on his body and sniffing looking straight in Dodo’s eyes. Dodo started shivering, yawney ran away, chamkila and dodo held the eye contact. Dodo held very still because she dint know what else to do. Chamkila started going towards her very slowly and slyly and at that very moment, yawney jumped from behind chamkila nailed his tail, as chamkila looked back in pain and rage, yawney took out his tool kit hammer( as he was a plumber, specialising in huge pipes) and slammed the hugest hammer on chamkila’s stupid fucking head. Both the friends saw some stars and circles over chamkila’s head but as both of them were super forgiving people they decided to forgive chamkila and did his first aid and won his loyalty forever.
Dodo and yawney became bestest friends and lived happily ever after.
2020:
Dodo married to a super intelligent, super hot, super funny and super loaded donkey. She is an under agent for the universe against supernatural evil forces
Yawney, unmarried lives happily besides and visits dodo everyday and sometimes gives advices on the cases.
Once upon a time there was Dodo a small but smart donkess. For those of you who don’t exactly know what’s a donkess, it’s a female donkey…no no a female donkey is not a jenny or jennet but a donkess , says yawny the bear. So Dodo is this sweet, small and smart donkess. And yawny is this huge harmless bear who yawned every time Dodo opened her mouth to talk about something important, like saving the planet from alien attacks and fighting the Resident evils and vampires and predators and everything that’s there in the Hollywood movies, she had some unresolved issues to look after as she was very very proactive in saving the community. One day while yawny and dodo were out on a walk in the wild wild west although Dodo was unwell and not feeling up to the mark but as she was extremely dedicated to saving the world they went ahead. Dodo heard something and as she opened her sweet mouth to tell yawny about it, he YAWNED so she dint bother to tell. As Dodo reached for her pistol (CZ 75 P-01 which was gifted to her by the Czech govt for saving their country from terrorist attacks) she realised she’d forgotten all her gadgets home, as this was supposed to be a fun walk! So after a moment of panic, she slowly went after the voice and yawny followed. She removed the twigs and the branches in the way and what she saw was beyond Yawny’s imaginations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yawny almost fainted. It was a larger than life and in the end it doesn’t even matter, that huge a cockroach! It was so ugly and 10,000 times bigger than Dodo and 1000 times bigger than yawny. It had huge tentacles only coming out of its nose, they were all over the place. Dodo gave yawney that look of “baby everythings gonna be fine main hoon nah” yawney started shivering. Dodo went ahead and made weird dhechu dhechu sound aloud to distract the cockroach’s attention from yawney. And as the cockroach looked at her she skid her way through his huge legs with a dried sharp twig in her hand and while skidding split open his stomach. Pool of blood started pouring in which dodo and yawney swam for a bit celebrating their victory but then something horribly went wrong. Dodo’s worstest fears came true, she held yawney tightly as she was living the fear and it came near and near( although it wasn’t there but dodo had amazing sixth sense and she knew its coming for her) so she held yawney tightly and told him half crying that the big black lustrous snake three times bigger than anaconda called “Chamkila” is coming smelling the blood. Yawny started shivering again. The snake slowly started appearing infront of them half standing half on his body and sniffing looking straight in Dodo’s eyes. Dodo started shivering, yawney ran away, chamkila and dodo held the eye contact. Dodo held very still because she dint know what else to do. Chamkila started going towards her very slowly and slyly and at that very moment, yawney jumped from behind chamkila nailed his tail, as chamkila looked back in pain and rage, yawney took out his tool kit hammer( as he was a plumber, specialising in huge pipes) and slammed the hugest hammer on chamkila’s stupid fucking head. Both the friends saw some stars and circles over chamkila’s head but as both of them were super forgiving people they decided to forgive chamkila and did his first aid and won his loyalty forever.
Dodo and yawney became bestest friends and lived happily ever after.
2020:
Dodo married to a super intelligent, super hot, super funny and super loaded donkey. She is an under agent for the universe against supernatural evil forces
Yawney, unmarried lives happily besides and visits dodo everyday and sometimes gives advices on the cases.
Friday, March 26, 2010
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……
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……
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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
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
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