Poem Again

That's the beauty of keeping a book handy while travelling. Here I'm referring to my posts from April-May 2010 when I was at my native place- angry about missing my BFFs 18th birthday and I'd written this poem.


Who'd understand the grieving heart?
Who shall get to know the subliming pain?
Who would set the happiness apart?
Who'd know if all's just gone in vain?


In depths the darkened shadows lie,
They rise against the ferocious sky,
But light and fire could cause its defeat,
& that will dampen the shadows glee.


The shadow ain't a stamp upon the earth,
It's an extension of a source of the sun's worth,
It's long and deep like the seclusion sea,
And finds its way to go back to days of merry.


How much ever strong- the shadow stands alone,
It's crying in sorrow- lying on the floor,
It's hammering heart beats in it's torn soul,
And the wounds of tears are deeper than of knives and ropes.


-Karima Khan


:)


Weird Stuff, I know..


Until Next Time,
Curryma /bye

All it takes is a little Push

You have wishes and a lot of them. So many, that your heart gets full of it when someone asks, "what do you wish for?" but isn't it ironical? When someone does ask you that- your mind goes blank and you start playing  fish-pond in your head- picking a wish randomly and saying it out loud realizing later /omg that it wasn't actually what you wanted desperately, it was something else. 'Opportunity knocks your door only once' a wrong saying :)


What I have learnt through books, elders, personal experiences is that you create opportunities, it isn't a postman that'll spoon-feed you by coming to your doorstep smiling and delivering success. Just like a letter, even that success has to be written by someone. That someone should be you.


If someone who knows me (esp. my family) and if they read this- probably they're going ROFL 'coz I think I invented 'weird' but hey, if my experiences help someone, isn't it a good thing? Maybe if one person out there reads this and if his life is awesomer by 1%, isn't it an achievement for both of us?


A small Accomplishment is still an Accomplishment :)


So Push yourself don't enslave :) Be the Flying Ostrich.. Yes, Ostriches can't fly but didn't they say the same about Humans?


Don't know why I'm even writing this. I want something and it's a hard thing to want. I want a diamond desired by all. Will I get it?


Lucks to you and to me also


Love,
Curry /bye

The Cutest Guy on Earth - Part II

Who remembers my last post with the same name where I described how cute this Green Peace guy was? Incorrect.

Two days ago he texts me and I replied to a scarce few of his smses. Since I can very well (God knows how) understand typography, this guy seems like he's a big wanna-be and apparently has shifted from another state to try his luck in the modelling world and the bling of Bombay brought him here. College is of next to no importance and money and fame are what he wants to get.

I like men of substance and especially the ones who're avid readers :) Bye, bye GP /wahaha it was nice seeing you

So the bottom line is, I'm going to remain single forever and like I always say to everyone, I AM A Mommy NUN

Peace,
Currymwah

The Cutest Guy on Earth

Today, while coming back from Andheri- I saw the cutest guy on planet Earth.. No, really. He was a volunteer for Green Peace and he said, "Excuse me!". The first excuse me that rung a bell in my heart. Why did I ever turn around to look?

They were a pair of the most beautiful light brown eyes- shining in the dark Andheri foot-bridge and then he started talking about Green Peace. I never looked up once, scared that I'll stare and what if I drool? So I was listening intently and then I did it- blinked my eye and looked at him. I noticed, there was more than his eyes. His face was the cutest! He wasn't the fairest of all, but he was fair with windswept hair and a well kept French Beard. His voice was to die for. He wanted some donation and I wanted his number. I made a million excuses and handed him with my number so that he would call, even if for my account number. Anything for him.

No, I'm not love sick- I saw my type of guy after ages. Handsome, Tall, Awesome voice, Command over language, Confident, 18, Studying Mass Media.. zindagi mein aur kya chahiye?

I hope to see you again. I don't want this guy to be my boyfriend or anything- just I want to see him again and again and again..

This song is for you, GP: I Wanna Know You

the sad poem

It's not always that life is mellow and beautiful or anything that you want it to be. There are times when things hurt you, this kind of hurt is more painful than a cut, bruise of even a fracture because these eventually heal. Who can thus mend a broken heart?
A few lines that I had written on November 16, 2009 when I didn't even know what heart breaking was. Call it a kind of dejawoo

I heard something break, where is the sound coming from?


I heard it shatter- but where did d voice belong?

nothing was around, everything ws still,


i touched myself- i was as cold as the window sill,


i tried to breathe but the sound came out again,


made me realize the shattering was from within,


it wasn't a glass, it wasn't a painting of art,


That's when I realized- it was my shattering heart.