The Sitar fascinates me

The way to his Heart

They weren't kidding when they said, "the way to a mans heart is through his stomach".

Busy Minds

Currently listening to Ratatat - Loud Pipes

Just think about this second. What is happening right now?

Someone is being born,

just died,

heart just broke,

is having an orgasm.

lost a tooth,

found out Santa isn't real,

lost all their money,

in a car crash,

shaving their beard,

eating cake,

just heard good news,

heard bad news.

Every second, every minute. This world never rests. While you are asleep at night, the other side of the world is awake. While your awake in the morning, the other side of the world is asleep. Thought of the day: Appreciate.

"I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in." - Virginia Woolf

Update

That was my last update of my previous writings. As of now, everything that I write would be on that date.

Missing Hero

I wrote this on November 25 2010

Fast paced,

Time erased.

Walk all over me,

Mouth shut.

Stressed and blessed,

Forget and forgotten.

Drink in,

Smoked up,

life's a haze.

Swallow it in,

Spit it back out.

Where is my hero?

Happiness

I wrote this on March 13 2010. It was an assignment for an English class. However this is the edited version.

You ask me what is happiness? so I ponder.

As I close my eyes, I began to wonder.

I remembered the time she taught me how to swim,

or surprised me with my favorite ice cream.

It’s when he would come home from his business trips;

and spends time with me during dinner, and after he would take me to that beach we claimed ours. 

It’s when I rebelled with my best friend,

punching holes and scarring our body,

inhaling our first cigarette, as it’s passed curfew at a party. 

It’s the time I received the letter I’ve been waiting for-

to leave home to discover more. 

It’s receiving that phone call that I’ve been so impatient about.

Or being surprised by that unexpected visitor I thought I would never have.

It’s the time I spent that cold winter day at a barbeque in my backyard.

or singing along to that one song that’s been stuck in my head.

It’s the time I woke up next to him thinking he is the one.

Then realizing that to love is to let go.

When I come to think about it, I wonder what is happiness?

Is it spending it with those I love that have eventually left me-

or will leave me?

Happiness.

It comes in many ways.

It leaves so unexpectedly.

It is to love and to let go. 

Beauty and the Beast

I wrote this on August 10 2009

Like the beast from the fiction,
I am forbidden to touch what you have hidden,
For it will upset the beauty.

The beauty is love,
The beauty is friendship.

unlike the fairy tale,
which we don't live in,
the beast will not be with the beauty,
For the beauty and the beast can never be.