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?
I have a weakness for men in spectacles. Quite mad for them, in fact. Maybe I associate that with intelligence. Maybe it’s my Electra Syndrome.
I was an amateur singer in college. Inadvertently, the campus festivals also became my ground for shattering glass celings with my voice.
Life feels easier when you realise they don’t understand you. Can’t, won’t try & probably never will. But that is okay because when there’s no one around to live your life for you, is when you start to breathe. And you realise you don’t need anyone to understand you. It…
“He isn’t quite a male chauvinist, just an Indian man.” said a review about a character. What does this mean? I looked at the men in my life through this lens.
Review of Neil Gaiman’s Brief Lives from The Sandman series. Delirium, Desire, and Destruction take center stage in this metafictional masterpiece.
Excitement writ large on two faces Martinis. Classic. Smiling, he murmured How do I make it? Childlike glee turned cherubic disappointmentCharmed, he promised fairy godmother-like Don’t worry, I’ll find out! Wish I had a flowing gown to match that classy conical glass! I’d wish I was on a romantic date…
@rakhi: Thank you, girl..
This one is just beautiful.