Celebration

Got this as a fwd in email and made me nostalgic

Celebrations

A winter evening.
Four friends.
One barsaat.
Four glasses of chai.

Hundred bucks of gas.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.

Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.

3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.

Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbours dropping in.
A party.

You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.
Gossiping about absent family members.

You can spend hundreds on birthdays, thousands on festivals, lakhs on weddings, but to celebrate all you have to do is spend your Time.

Seductress

Seductress...



The seductress comes alive in the night
The night being her perfect cover
The queen of black hearts as she is called
Her beauty puts you under a spell
You forget what your mother taught you about right and wrong
You forget your friends and your foes
All you see is her mesmerising youth
Her words flow like wine into your blood
She brands your heart with her name
Her touch burns your soul
But when you reach out to touch her
She vanishes in a mist of glitter
Leaving behind her ugly marks
Which wont let you live any longer
You ask for death but it doesnt come
And your life stinks of the smell of her skin.
An illusion is what she is all about-- the seductress triumphs over all of you