Valentine's Day

Conversations around me within earshot range:


13th February 2012, Monday: What plans for tomorrow?... Are you planning a surprise for your spouse?... My spouse is taking me out for dinner... He better take me out else I'll boycott him...


14th February 2012, Tuesday: He wished me at 12 last night with a bouquet of flowers!... I'm taking half day off to go out with my hubby on a surprise trip!... 


15th February 2012, Wednesday: He brought flowers and balloons for me in the evening!... We went out for lunch followed by a movie!... He bought a locket for me!...


I sat a silent spectator throughout this for the first Valentine's Day that meant something to me; my first one after my wedding. A silent spectator, while people who've been married for many years did a thorough dissection of their special day.

Conclusion: Valentine's day is over-rated.

Reality: Sour grapes.

I'm your girl

I'm your girl who makes you wild,

the one who makes you feel like a child,

the girl who makes your heart run like a train,

the one who gives a freeze to your brain.

I'm your girl who sets your nights on fire,

the one who fills up your days with desire,

the girl who makes you sing better than birds,

the one who gives you a run for your words.

I'm your girl who makes a home out of your house,

the one who you feel proud to call spouse,

the girl who makes your incompleteness go away,

the one who without a drink makes your body sway.

I'm your girl who is a wife and a friend,

the one with whom you'll never have to pretend.

I'm your lovely jeanie dressed for you in blue,

I'm your everything, I'm your dream come true.

Box-shaped heart

I've been sitting with a cup of black tea,
and blank sheets of papers,
trying to pen down my feelings,
but only building skyscrapers.


Words have been my forte,
ever since I learned how to write,
but to scribble my thoughts around you,
my heart with my head picks up a fight.


My English teacher used to tell me,
where feelings nest, words will be your slave,
he should now come and meet me,
to see how much you make me crave.


I've turned you into a poet,
since the month of May,
but to wear the same shoes and walk,
my words just don't make way.


I've brooded over this a lot,
and very often wondered why,
I think I know the answer now,
the idea of sharing you makes me cry.


You're the one I've found for me,
to always be by my side,
and I really don't wanna share you,
no matter how much you chide.


You're my love, my life, my everything,
someone who makes me feel complete,
and finding you in this big wide world,
was no ordinary feat!


Now that I have found you,
I'll keep you safe in my heart,
and love you till the end of time,
till death does us apart.