Is..

yeah, it's more like an attempt to link past and present,
To fill up the missing spaces in past..
every attempt to be in a romantic relationship has something to do with the past.
That's why logically it fails to satisfy present.
Because it's reclaiming the life left behind.

we don't get formal education for emotional growth. It comes as extras from parents and at times from friends. Even when we start relationships very seriously we tend to be irresponsible with sharing knowledge about one's growth in it. We share the pleasure we gain in it and the sufferings it has offered. We don't care to communicate the wealth of knowledge.
we have intellectual companions termed so. But do we term somebody as emotional companion?
It is as if we need emotions in any relationship and need not give any emphasis to it., which I doubt.
I have been studying my friends emotionally rather than intellectually. Some of them manages to balance their self without much damage only by not giving themselves to much in others. Those who try to uncover their self and risk it are found bitter and wounded. Eventually they become arrogant. Those who have played in the field stop and watch now. Only the freshers give a try.
everyone is afraid.
only ignorant take risk.

darling

we had discussions on the role we play on each other , during the active parts of our word. In the passive other side of it we carried fuels of confusions, dark with insight and imagination. My friend calls it light with secrets. let it be, at least here we know that we dont follow the same reality. In the dark side of my words the reality was this: I dont answer properly. I strted seeing that.

For example, when you ask me what i've been doing today, I would narrate one of the interesting episodes of the day, or I may say the worst experience of the day..in a tone that says that's all i have done that day. I dont know where this smart tone hides itself, when i take the words and turns it upside down, its timid, slow paced. No revenge!

If I tell you what you are to me, will u believe now?Please dont.

U are a known language, or u have access to the known and u paraphrase me.

she wrote!!

if my vagina could sing,
it will have the sound of a saxophone.

if my vagina could have a taste,
it will be the taste in the mouth of a child,
who likes to chew her slate pencil.

if my vagina could adorn herself,
it would use fresh and wild paalappookkal,
which blooms into the midnight.

if my vagina would fall in love,
it would do so with sree.

if my vagina wanted to get drunk,
it would take golconda ruby wine,
plus two sips of vodka.

if my vagina wanted to give birth,
it would to neethu, sudha and pooja.

if my vagina wanted to unwind,
it would swim in the waters of souparnika,
which carries the scent of an untouched forest.

if my vagina were a little more romantic,
it would miss those unbearably beautiful, still crookedly sharp,
dainty fingers
of her ultimate lover of the past.

if my vagina wanted to see herself in a portrait,
it would be that of a woman, earth and tree,
and she 'd lie between careless and open thighs,
adorned with red,
aroused by her own scent,
breathing very slowly, relaxed.

and if my vagina could change one thing about herself,
she would happily say goodbye to periods,
which pierces her, which violates her with that adamant flow of blood.
--sandhya
inspired by gigi's blog.
thanks to sudeep.

5 February, 2009 6:16 PM

she has posted this as a comment in gargi's blog.