Be Right Back!

Dear Kanav,

Till you are grown up to catch me stealing away. Or rather, till you are grown up to occasionally gift me sanity, I will continue to steal and celebrate, like this.
Movies. Caffeine. Reading. Writing.  - Bring it on!

[P.S - Done with my share already. Your super-nani just came from a break that I had forced on her! :-)]

Yours only
-Neha Mumma (@ Mother's Day.10.05.2015)

Independence. Really?

The heat is on. 440V sounds like close.

I don't think I can ever come to terms with the unbelievable s**t that heads, unfortunately the ones I am dealing with, are capable of carrying. My car potentially can drive me so fast back, that I may never reach home. Even if I do, my sweetheart would catch some of my vibes. Or both. But that's not the point. The point is, I am stuck up.

The day's over in office. The work's over too. And I am supposed to be leaving in minutes from now.

Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock

Alright. I stand up, I walk past the office gate.

And..

I come back.
The sticky note on my desktop says there's floor decor competition happening tomorrow and I am one of the contestants. The theme is 'Independence Day'.
Need I need more? I don't think so. Good. I am staying back, with the floor. For as long as we serve each other's appetite.

Not that I have not informed family about my extended stay, but there are some weird clock hits that wont spare me their attention. Anyways after about 5 hours, few missed calls, and that look on the left over faces in the office, I decide to free us all.

We depart. We arrive the next day. We do the touch ups. And. We win the competition.

Well. Period.

Tranquility

Rum and coke, coke on the side. Tall glass!
Wearing a short grey formal dress and black heels; set off with smoky eyes, creamy violet lips - dipped in silver gloss; the just-showered, raw messy hair curling down through the neck onto the shoulders; and a bit of orchid sprinkled here & there, I walk into the pub, wallow in the crazy hour, and mark my exit, but not before I break into that 'classic' smile, and salute those peculiar gazes. Thus hushing all the noises, around me, within me.

The Genie is out of the bottle!

From long-lost ages of captivity
Of camouflaged paradise
Of piercing blues

The era of  freedom, as she whims into
With a soul mildly intoxicated
And eyes softly moistened

For the winds of ecstasy
Of reality, of calming madness
Gust pass the Lady from all corners

Answering to no law
but to her own
Merciless, more than ever

Compassionate yet as she is

With her soul and her body

For life, for death
After all those years
Genie is out of the bottle!

That Green Gown

Photo Courtesy- Google

It must be something to do with feminism I guess. Because I don’t seem to inherit this from my genes. But dolling myself up does more than wonders to me. It’s one of my impassioned fantasies, if I may say so, to drape myself up in that Long Green Gown, and merge in that elegance once, at least once in my lifetime. And that, exactly that will be my moment. Moments like these, which charm the hell out of me, even when I am crashed down completely, I call them moments of divine mercy. They hypnotically connect my imaginary sense of (well) being to my actuality, as jiggling as the latter may be.

No wonder, the promising potential of one's dreams coming true can be so strong at times, that it can totally phoenix one up when he is on fire.

Sincerely speaking, it’s not just the green gown. It’s a lot many things that I simply wish to do/see and want to stay alive for. If only fantasies were fantastic enough to come true.

I would have so wanted to splash down with Kanav in anything that's splashable. Be it the immersing water, the enticing drops of rain, the sand that's forgotten, the unstoppable rides, the complete insanity, whatever, that can loosen up the screws a bit and let some fresh air come in.

                                                                                              
I already have my heart set out on some of the oh so moving songs which will have me dancing to their rhythms, to their lyrics. These might just be posted here as a testimony of my loyalty to myself.

I so yearn to stretch myself beyond my limits and perfect that yoga pose I have been dreading for years.

How I wish I am capable enough to have Kanav grow into a capable and a sensible man. Its worth anything to contribute to and see a life -

-Live limitless
-And  yet being sensible towards sensitivities around.

How madly I desire to get into 'my' machine, the long awaited, and the little too ambitious one - 'my' black convertible Porsche.

And if luck still continues to favor, I hope to end up donating my eyes and enabling some long lost vision (some day)

That one day, this day, as I sit in my room, with a pen, a paper, a cup of tea and a realization that it's indeed miles to go before I sleep...