The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference.
The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference.
And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Let that smile be your nametag forever

Apologies Mr. Wordsworth, but I had to do this...

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For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
It flashes upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the smile that plays on those lips
:-)

Saturday, October 15, 2011

That's my Sidd

There’s never knowing what’s brewing

In the devilish brain of his

Tis easy to be deceived by his boyish charm

That hides the frenzied pace of his thoughts that alarm.

An entrepreneur, a dirty mind at its best

A fountain of ideas and confidence immense.

A spirit that soars and questions life anew

A do-or-die attitude

That’s my Sidd for you.

He’ll shock you with his indecent zest

The least said about his favourite gesture, the best.

A heart that melts like butter and a tongue that swears like hell

An emotional savant, the quintessential romantic

That’s my Sidd - intense and complicated.

To sweep his lady love off her feet,

New words he conjures everyday.

He promises her the world, but not yet his love

He puts her under his magic spell and leads her thoughts astray

He calls her a doe-eyed lass one day,

A dodgy – woman the next

Likens her growing smile in her dimpled cheek

To a puddle of water rippled by a falling rain-drop

What a smooth talker he is, all poetic and sleek.

He makes faces at her,

Loves to tease and taunt,

Not your ideal knight-in-shining armour

But that’s my Sidd – tall, dark and gaunt.

I thank my lucky stars in the heavens above

For once, for bringing me Sidd

He makes you laugh, he makes you cry

And loves you like there’s no tomorrow

What more could any girl ever want.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Seasons I love

Here its the tingly chill in the air,

Orange pumpkins and the mellowing sun,

As the earth envelops itself in a blanket

Rich with colours of mauve, red and gold

And the rustle of the leaves and the crunch of the grass

Of which soon there will left but none.

There the earth is waking up

From its long winter slumber

Preening itself with flowers galore

And the dewy grass and the warm-scented mud

That eggs the heart and mind to soar

Autumn and spring, what beauty they hold

Enjoy every moment of these wondrous times

Let yourself get carried away

Taking in all that the eye can behold.