No more of Will he or Wont he.The phone fails to ring.... 

Will he?...Wont he?..Will he?...Wont he?.. 

Keeping in touch...is it so hard? 

A Balancing Act to stay in Love?A tight rope walk to keep the relationship work?On tenterhooks all the time?Is there no respite? 

A brief Union..where ur words enmesh into mine. 

For Love is Color Blind... 

The silhouette broods... 

Time trickles by....& i try not to think of u. 

Pausing at the doorstep... 

Dressing up for you... 

My eyes are searching u...

Reflection of trees on the serene lake..captures the reflective mood of my blogpost-REFLECTION. 

REFLECTIONS

I love being a woman & He loves being a man & that is where we both run at loggerheads with each other, A spectacular crash between a Porsche(my fav) and a Toyota(masculine enuf for Him?) on a highway is what comes to my mind, everytime He & I bicker over issues. He loves acting out the role of a “Macho” man to perfection.He can’t resist playing the ‘Hero’ who always saves every damsel in distress-be it picking up women from pubs who get sloshed to the bone & dropping them home on his bike Or taking them out to a movie theatre for a treat Or taking them to Discotheques for a dance Or………umm,the list is endless but he is their eternal Saviour. He loves it when women nod their head in approval(can I see the makings of a servile slave in such women?) over every single theory of His. Since bygone times, a dumb woman has always been a source of great joy to men who like their male egos to be pampered. Reminds me of a joke where a Man asks God-“Why did you make women so attractive?” To which God replies-“So that Men can fall in love with women”. The Man again asks-“Why did you make women so dumb?” To which God says-“So that women can fall in love with men.” Of course, Nature broke its mould when it created a certain League of women who are branded as women with “rigid” views, women who are allegedly accused of being “feminists without a cause”. A firebrand liberated woman who has a mind of her own is definitely not the ‘favoured’ cup of tea for a man who can’t digest a woman’s words that challenge him. He wants her to agree to every thing he says. Like the two banks of a river, His & My views shall always run parallel, they can never meet…….. For He is a Man & I am a Woman. (I can already visualize him seething with disapproval at this blog post) He is a Macho man who feels displaying emotions is a sign of weakness. He is a man who does not believe in betraying his true feelings, lest he lose his image of a Man who is in control of every situation. He is a man who rolls up into a cocoon & refuses to express himself, for he Is a Man. He is a Man who does not believe in offering his heart to his woman for her to read the amount of love he has for her, all he can blurt out when grilled hard is- I love you. And what kind of a woman am I ? A woman who would love to break rules but never His heart. A woman who would love to drive his car but not His life. A woman who would crack the whip on the world but kiss His wounds. A woman who would tame her own tears but unleash her wildness on Him.

Running... 

Dancing With Stars......

I run…..
I float….
I glide…
I simply let go –
Like there was no tomorrow .

The die is cast
No turning back
The shackles had held me long
I chose to break free
Freedom seduced me .

Flames of temptation burnt my body
My body remembers……
The wild aching desire ,
Every inch craving and yearning for……
freedom .

And at a weak moment
Sheer madness took over
Passion, lust, forbidden desires –
I lost my control and…..
Became His mistress .

We make a strange couple
Freedom and I
I cannot have him as my own always but…..
then there are long nights …..
When we stop playing hide and seek .

Like today , for instance.
It’s now or never
Hunters are close on my heels
Caged animal I may have been but love turns many a blind
I run like never before .

Across the river ……
He waits for me with open arms .
My body trembles with anticipation
I blush
I care not for the hunters this time .

I lose myself in His embrace
Experience an exquisite pain
Consummation of the union….
I bleed
A celebration of togetherness.

Am I drunk with ecstasy ?
Then why do the trees spin madly ?
Ground beneath my feet slips
Why do my eyelids feel heavy ?
Why do I hear voices say I am dead?

Shot by a shot gun…
is what they say .
In His arms I lie .
A caged animal born free…
I decide to die free .