Sieve
How difficult it is to love you
And how easy it is to hurt you
When my heart,
All it is, is a sieve
Shot with tiny holes,
Nothing ever stays
Will you?
How difficult it is to love you
And how easy it is to hurt you
When my heart,
All it is, is a sieve
Shot with tiny holes,
Nothing ever stays
Will you?
It’s housekeeping time in the relationships corner of my life. I find myself going through this periodically. I unfriend people on Facebook that I don’t even remember ever interacting with. I withdraw from groups and communities that I do not find myself engaged with. And hardest but most important of…
*Image (without text) via Ambro on FreeDigitalPhotos.net Here’s the latest accusation that falls on me – RUDE. Also, inconsiderate, unkind, impolite. Hang on, who is calling me all these names? Yes, men. But what kind of men? Men I’ve said NO to. These are NO to sexual advances. NO to…
I should probably re-word the title of this post. For an average Indian male at least, she’s the First Woman. Technically so for every single man, actually. Mama, Earth Mother, Ma Goddess. I saw the appalling Devdas (with SRK, Ashen-faced Rai and la Dixit) with someone who had read the…
Poetry, comes rolling out of my pursed lips, like smoke curling under the door. Somebody’s going to get burnt soon. *If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream. This appeared earlier on my blog in text.
There is such a thing as too much information & it’s called the internet. Times were when a name was all one had and that information was hard-gotten. That one little scrap of someone’s life could keep you sailing for awhile. My friend remarked today that no one had asked…
9:03 a.m. Not a damn auto in sight. And when one turns up, you know it’s going to be a grapple to get him to go to a police station. The furtive look around, the bug-eyed scrutiny as if you might be preparing to report him, for missed red lights,…
This one is just beautiful.
@rakhi: Thank you, girl..