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?
This week on Novelrace, I hit on everything but the novel itself. And I’m trying to eke out insights on writing from this bizarre disorientation.
I started the 30 diaries three months back because I couldn’t wait for the answers that I hoped would come to me with the big Three-O. I turned thirty yesterday and guess what? There are answers. Just waiting for the right questions to be answered. Just like 42 is the…
May you find peace in the grey of twilight when you travel the land of shadows.
You had a gift for me, you saidAn excuse to see me again over the weekendAnd continue the conversation thatDespite our careful carrying of our respective dignitiesSloshed over and spilled into crazy laughter, often. I thought back to the day priorA quick coffee turned six-hour un-dateCostume trials at a movie…
He exclaimed, You’re a worthy opponent. A good sparring partner! She sighed wearily, There is more to life than verbal battles. Don’t you get tired? He asked, Why? Our conversations are so much fun! She retorted, We don’t have conversations; we have custody battles for the last word! She won…
Last month I had a conversation with a friend I was meeting after a long time. My failed engagement came up. It would, of course, it’s one of the biggest things to happen to me in the past ten years. The good thing is it’s not THE biggest thing, only…
@rakhi: Thank you, girl..
This one is just beautiful.