Fishbowl Lives

There is nothing groundbreaking about this post, since everyone is aware of the dark side of the glamour world…the desperate struggle that newcomers go through, the compromises they have to make and the drugs and the partying which can take its toll.

The fashion industry is choc-o-bloc with debauched people and that it is tough to get ahead without making compromises, the competition is fearsome and the going is tough.

Successful models are often sad, lonely, broken people, addicted to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes. Godfathers are cruel, manipulative, exploitative.

Only those who maintain their honour, dignity, identity in a cruel world that spills over with grime behind the glamour manage to sail. Many fall prey to the hazards of their fishbowl lives.

Love That Stays Forever.. Until The Hour Of Separation

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” ~ Khalil Gibran

What is death and life? What is body? It is the soul connection you have with someone, that is not going to be with anyone else.

I love the song Chaandaniya from Two States ~~

“Jism ye kya hai, khokhli seepi. Rooh da moti hai tu.
Garaz ho jitni teri. Badle mein jindadi meri.
Mere saare bikhre suron se geet piroti hai tu..”

This will be a man who will entirely embrace my real, flesh-and-blood body that mellows, changes and ages, that reveals a lifetime of pleasure and pain and does more than merely “represent” me—the body that is me.

This will be a man who will understand that my body tells my stories, holds my secrets and reveals what I have grieved over, hoped for and dreamed about. Of the spectrum altogether, he will claim that it didn’t matter to him at all what I look like, saying, “I love you, not what you look like.” What I look like is me. It’s all of me, and that’s what he loves unconditionally.

All of me.
Exactly as I am.
And his love is my safety net.

And the feeling, stays forever with you, until the hour of death, even if the person doesn’t.

The Silent Silence

 Avoiding each other's eyes,

Unintentional touches,

Long gaze outside the window,

She tried to search something that was lost and would never be found.

He gobbled the tasteless food without commenting, something he rarely did.

Neither did she pass any snide remark on this unusual happening.

With teary eyes, she ate her food with full concentration,

Like it was the most important thing in the world.

Is silence always silent? 
Not all the time...

10 Signs That Show You're A True Bibliophile

A bibliophile is someone who breathes, sleeps and eats books. Someone who dreams about letters and texts and everything bookish. Being a bibliophile isn't easy because there's something that is constantly on your mind - So much to read, so little time!

1. Your idea of paradise and ultimate fantasy is having your own walk-in library.

2. An unfinished book does not let you sleep in peace.

3. You would rather curl up and read a book than go out partying. Reading is your partying.

4. The smell of a book brings you immense pleasure.

5. You never move past a bookstore without going in.

6. A book is like your go-to person for coping up with all tragedies in life.

7. You treat books like they are your babies.

8. It is annoying when someone interrupts you while you’re in ‘the zone’.

9. Unexpected endings may leave you unsatisfied, intensely angry, or simply saying, “what the heck was that?”

10. When you try to bring along that big, heavy book on a family trip and, you always get told to leave it behind.

Nano Fiction 54 : Loyalty

“The love of a good woman can save a man" I remember Gabriel saying.

 "Or it can drive him to fits of unspeakable madness.”

Keep her respect and her trust, you will always have the love of a good woman.

A good woman ought not have to ask, a Good Man already knows... how to keep her happy.

A pretty face gets old. A nice body will change. But a good woman will always be a good woman. And so goes for a good man. It takes a lot of will power and self control for a man to be a one-woman-man.

While you scream at your girl, a real man whispers sweet nothings to her, while you ignore your girl, a real man shows her what true love is, while you break her heart, a real man picks up the pieces, so take a look before you lose out on a real woman!

Men become what you feed them. Feed them with love, loyalty and they will never hover their eyes elsewhere.

Loyalty is stark nakedness in thoughts with each other.

Haiku #16 ~ Love

"Golden earth tones,

Brown - sky blue - red - yellow leaves,

Your love colors me!"

Written In The Stars

“Before I die, I want to stare at the stars with the people I love.”

Yes, "desire" comes from the Latin, de sideribus, from the stars, as Rei says. Yet before that, the Greeks had a belief that every single person was given (or born with) a star. And that star guided their destiny, was their guiding spirit. This is why the Magi followed the star at Jesus' birth. They were following "his" star. The word disaster means, literally, to be de-starred - to lose one's inner guidance, and to therefore fall into chaos. 

So equating a love with a star is to also equate that love with destiny and guidance....a very deep and intense matter indeed.

Stars are pretty, other worldly, they twinkle and when you look at the person you like - you see a similar twinkle in their eye. 

Some people adore stars because:

Stars are glittering objects beyond their reach and they see the object of their affection in the same way.

I love stars.