Tonight We Have The Stars

 

Rows of white

Lilies bled in the

Moonlight; Portraying

A beautiful cacophony of

Silence.

In the darkness they dwell,

Uniting hearts and

Stirring the thoughts of those

Who sleep, sound on their

Pristine pillows.

They catch glimpses and

Run amok the pure rows,

Run wild creating

Friction so dynamic that

The universe binds itself into

One and across the realms of

Each others existence.

The numerous spirits

Applaud their courage

As they sweep back into the shadows while

Dawn approaches again.

x EdgyShark x

A Beautiful Mess

A spiritual canvas where you can paint your fantasies with a myriad of colors.

The beautiful skin on which tingles the music of the universe.

Moist tears, fresh after an argument. They’re waiting to be wiped away with those gentle and caressing fingers.

A beautiful mind, learning to feel the pain.

And grow, and love.

x EdgyShark x

Extreme. Exhilaration. Emotion

It’s only when you experience all three together that you fall into this different world.

It’s happened to me. A couple of times maybe sometime ago. Everything then begins to feel achievable. And I feel it now. I don’t know what’s triggered this emotion but I do know that everytime I do feel it, I don’t want to stop.

I will now take a moment to admit and not hang my head in shame, the fact that I also like a Taylor Swift song.

Crap, now my Godfather’s never going to do beer rounds with me.

x EdgyShark x

Wherever She May Roam

She carries with her:

Her cute li’l butt.

Cranberry juice. At all times.

An attitude a mile long.

Jazz.

Violette Funk Zimitri.

Pretend alcohol. And that’s about as good as it gets.

A high mind.

Extreme thoughts.

Pictures of you.

x EdgyShark x

Never Say Goodbye

Of course you know, and so do I. We’re parting our ways knowingly. Yet, I want that even if you go away, you’ll remain still, in my thoughts, my dreams, you’ll always be my shadow. It’s ironic how I let you slip out of the reach of my fingers, and yet here I am, holding on to every breath of air that you inhaled, every second that you spent with me. I will cry, because it makes me feel better. No, I won’t stop. I won’t. I don’t think I can. I don’t think I want to.

I’ve heard of people who live their entire lives not even knowing what love is, what it could turn out to be. People who refrain from taking risks, people who just don’t want to explore the unknown because of the element of uncertainty that it carries alongwith with itself.

I feel sad for people who haven’t ventured into the realm of their own emotions. I feel like a winner to know that I have people to love, and am loved by them. People lost in a maze without even knowing it was ruled by love.

I feel sad for people who let rationality reason out their emotions. Because emotions are like carefree horses, if you don’t let them run, they’ll turn wild. And if you don’t let that wilderness escape, it’ll burn you up inside. And the ashes that remain will scrape through the abyss of your mind.

I don’t understand why you can’t just admit the fact that you’re in love with someone, yet because of whatever the reason might be, you’re with someone else. You’re spending your time, you’re forfeiting precious moments with people you don’t want to be spending them with.

If that’s the amount of peril you’re willing to face, I applaud you.

Oh, your heart won’t listen. That’s because you’ve trained it like that. And the flames are going to flare when you least expect them to. And still, every single day, I’m going to tell myself that I’d rather that you never left. Doesn’t it hurt to know that the person you love the most is not even with you? Why does one pine away about someone who they could have had but missed the chance on?

Wasn’t it your decision to leave and go away? Why are we crying about this fallacy then?

Maybe it’s because of a compulsion. A compulsion created by society, by the illogical set of norms that rule us, that we are bound by, because of which we are not able to spread those wings and soar the blue above in a myriad of colours.

Why should you listen to anything around you? Is it worth the enormous amounts of hurt that you are being caused? Is it fair to you?

Is it fair to that person who you’re “with”? Because if you open your eyes, you’ll know that you’re tormenting them by plucking their heartstrings. Playing with their emotions.

It’s not going to help if you supress your emotions, it’s not. Those tears will continue falling on your pristine pillow, every single night as twilight dawns upon you.

I call it inconsequential. I applaud you if you feel it’s benefitting you in a befitting manner.

You’re not happy, your heart’s not happy. Encumbered by a desire that you would give your life for.

Fine, you’ve managed to come undone, and forget everything. The clock on your lifeline’s ticking away, your insides are not beating the right way that they should. Nothing feels like it’s in place, you’re getting restless, and no one knows what’s going to happen next.

And to think that you have to bear all of this, you have to carry this burden with you in your afterlife. You think time heals everything, but it doesn’t. It simply makes you forget about the past.

But what you don’t know is that the cut is so deep that the most trivial incident can make those emotions resurface in a matter of a milisecond, and then you’ll have to bear the pain alone, all over again.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s going to ache worse this time. Maybe, it’ll tear you apart.

And it’s going to hurt like you’ve never felt hurt before. And you’ll be alone, because that’s what you were made to choose.

A decade down the line, you meet them again. She looks different, she’s with different people, he might even talk differently. But once you have the courage to look into their eyes, and deep into that soul which was always interconnected with yours, you’ll realize she’s the same, and that he’s yearning his heart out for you in the same way that you are.

You let reason take over, and you’ll now have to face the consequences.

Perhaps, you want them to be happy, so you let them go.

But if you’d have not let him go, you both would have been able to embrace your sadness together in a way that would have deemed the happiest of emotions as things of familiarity.

Ruthlessness grasps your cold body in the dark of the night. You turn over, she’s not there sleeping next to you. Because you let her go. The eccentricity of your emotions is lost. And now your misery knows no bounds because you realize it’s value.

I say go for it. Even if it’s too late that you’ve come to terms with the fact. Even if they’re with someone else, you need to remember that they miss the love you could give them, terribly. And it’s not fair. Do you want her to suffer those few years that she has left? Maybe it’s hard, she has a family now, he has kids to provide for. But isn’t the true meaning of life to extract true happiness for you and others around you?

No, you don’t have to take this decision. Life’s too short. I know it’s not easy, but I don’t understand why people don’t tread on the rocky mountain and just bring that person back. Fight for them, fight till they’re at their breath’s end.

Because at least then you’ll die knowing you tried. Otherwise, your own feelings will haunt your life away. I know that, and so do you. And of that, I’m sure.

The feeling of regret will soon ruin you, because you went along with something you didn’t want to in the first place.

You chose to bid a bitter goodbye.

x EdgyShark x

Romeo And Juliet

I’m not going to say anything. And you wouldn’t either.

She cries in the night. She’s all alone, twilight’s fallen. The moonshine streams in through her silky curtains, milky in colour, as it radiates the glow of her skin on the walls around her. She doesn’t feel trapped, but she knows she’s been captured. Her green eyes, a window to her soul, scream out in desperation. It wasn’t meant to happen. The tears fall down her face, like water gushing out of a broken dam. And they keep falling.

And there’s no one to wipe them away.

All she can think to herself is, “Cry Juliet, cry. It’ll make you feel better if nothing else.”

x EdgyShark x

Jazz Is Here!

You never know when you’re day’s going like crap and then suddenly it just turns around! Happy birthday Jazz! You’re so hot!

And of course, it’s also the Dominoes pizza, conversations via Violette and Checker, some good Rafi/Lata music and voila! I’m so excited, I now can begin working on all that I’ve been waiting to. I can now just open the flap and get on with my thoughts, my little notes, everything!

YAY!

x EdgyShark x

Dancing In The Dark

I’d read about something related to dancing in Paulo Coelho’s Brida and it really got to me in a way that I find it absolutely true.

It’s all about random movements. It doesn’t matter if you’re like one of them stars from So You Think You Can Dance. Because it’s all about attuning yourself to the rhythm of the universe. And if you can do that, then Voila! like Monsieur Martinez says it, haha.

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Dancing is a hell lot of fun. And not just with people, doing it in solitude is even better. Because it provides  matter of conformity to one’s own self and the feeling, if you can feel it, well. There’s nothing like it.

It’s all about listening to the world and how it’s calling out to you. It’s all about how you respond back to the elements of the universe with your serene movements. You’re abstractly swaying to the music of the cosmos, and you can never go wrong once you’ve begun.

And P.S This was me, not Paulo.

x EdgyShark x

You Know I Want You

1. Italian Men:
   Every man knows in his heart there’s a Mexican mistress, but I’m not really sure if there’s such an Italian hottie for every woman. Nevertheless, it’s always been about men from Italy. They’re hot: Point blank. If you want a holiday, go to Italy. If you already have a man, ditch him and then go to Italy. Of course, don’t abuse me if you end up with a scoundrel who takes away all your cash and integrity. *Smirks*
2. Boxer Shorts:
   This might just turn out to be a guilty pleasures list of my own, but seriously, I don’t think I’m the only one who finds them Hot: Point blank. Especially the checked print ones. Red checks, blue checks, and otherwise go ahead and get yourself weird funky ones that remind you of Lady GaGa (honestly though, I don’t know why you would do that,) but if you want to give yourself a treat, wear them and strut around. They look hot, you feel hot. No man? No problem. Boxers look hotter on women anyway.
3. Ferrero Rocher:
   One bite, and it’s like heaven fell into your mouth. I know, I hate chocolates in general, but FR isn’t just a piece of chocolate coated crap. It’s much much more than even an entire meal. You got fifteen minutes and one box of FR. What do you do? Correct answer: Deee-Hot:Point blank-licious!
4. Driving:
   Men can’t take it when there’s a female counterpart behind the wheel. And they’ll whine and cringe, but we all know it’s Hot: Point blank. And it’s not just women who drive for the sake of it. I’d like someone like me: Driving, driving fast. With passion. So that’s driving and Kimi Raikkonen then. *Grin.*
   
   
5. Shoes:
   Question: How hot are shoes?
   Answer: Hot: Point blank.
   Shoes are the hottest extra one can accessorize with. Blahniks, C&K, Ferragamo. I think another time I enter a heaven like place, it’s because of this fifth thing on the list. OMG, how can you not like shoes?

For more guilty pleasures, visit: http://sortingpluto.wordpress.com/2010/01/06/you-know-i-want-you/

x EdgyShark x

Vodka, Vodka .. What?

See, that is what happens when you’ve had alot, I repeat A Lot to drink. Especially if it’s all vodka and nothingness. Although, it’s fun. Not the drinking, the tripping xD

So trip, get high on your own thoughts, you don’t need alcohol to make you go mad. That’s something I could teach you, maybe Add funky touches with olives, slices of lemon, mint leaves, whatever. And then lose yourself, and dance.

Admit to yourself that you’re drunk on your own thoughts, your soul. And then forget your mind in that swirling mass of abstraction. It’s awesome, trust me.

Happy 2010, y’all.

x EdgyShark x