I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
He breathes his life into me… a small breath, that takes mine away. Breath. The sweet mint in his mouth, making me lose the aftertaste of the cheap last-of-the-salary Cigarette. He does it conciously knowing that my world is going to spin right out of its orbit and merge into his. No he doesn’t love me. He has made that amply clear. But this passionate optimism that I hold close to my heart. The fierce distrust and the nausea with which I regard him as the only man for me.
We stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod,
—-They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Something has been making me laugh since morning… I mean Check this Out!!!
“I am Sexy, Intelligent, Smart, Articulate…”
Sexy, Intelligent, Smart, Articulate – my ass!
- Neha
Chorus
Bye bye love
Bye bye happiness
Hello loneliness
I think Im gonna cry
Bye bye love
Bye bye sweet caress
Hello emptiness
I feel like I could die
Bye bye my love, goodbye
I saw a list of 100 things about someone on their blog… liked the concept… so i’m putting mine here -
1) I am more sarcastic than I like.
2) I hate keeping in touch.
3) I am cocky at times.
4) I hate excuses.
5) I spend more than 75 percent of my salary on my house.
6) I stopped having any sort of expectations from anyone some time back, before that I used to believe that if you be good to people, they’d be good to you.
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The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher regard those who think alike than those who think differently.
-Freidrich Nietzsche
English Teeth, English Teeth!
Shining in the sun
A part of British heritage
Aye, each and every one.
If you bungle raising your children, I don’t think whatever else you do matters.
Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis
The tang of the sweet and sour gol gappas
Sweet honey of warm jalebis
The noise of the crackers
Smell of cheap gunpowder
Blinking lights on the templetop merging into the bright orange sunset
Yes… Dussehra in Delhi is beautiful
Best Wishes!
- Neha
