sinfully addictive

The taste of it heavenly;
Bittersweet in nature;
Mouth watering,
Melts in and leaves a taste like no other
So soft and pure.
Lavish extravaganza,delectable
Sinful.
the red,luscious fruit so juicy and sweet,dipped in this sweet heaven: SIN
Yes it is sinful addiction of this,
That has you closing your eyes,
enjoying every bit of it and nip you take.
The languidness with which it is tasted,
the bittersweet aroma and taste savoured.
Filling you with a happiness unknown and reaching heights like no others.
Sweet buzz felt in the head with every bite.
One of the sinful addictions the chocolate

Hilarity ensues

It was summer time,and I happened to be in 10th grade.My best friends whose name I’ll rather not mention here because this is going to turn out embarrassing for her. Our biology lecture was on and we were being taught about the human body and the processes related to it.That day we happened to be studying of the reproduction system of the human body,both male and female.I was sitting at the left most corner and my best friend on the end of the class at the right most corner.The teacher was talking about the male reproductive system and everyone was too absorbed in hearing what she had to say.It was jst before lunch time,and the teacher proceeded to tell the details of the female reproductive system and a sudden thud! Sound.My partner said,”Ishani,your best friend just fainted” . I was like who, what, why???? I went over to the other side of the room.My best friend was just gaining consciouness.I went giggling, and I asked her,” tune male parts ko itni dhyaan se padha female padthe padthe faint ho gayi??” it was just way too amusing for me and the whole class cracked up! We helped her up and gave her water and cooled her down then she started raining curse words at me! It was a memorable experience and whenever we both go down the memory lane we sit and laugh reminiscing the old times.

A Rose

so soft,so smooth,
so delicate yet so cheering to anyone,
who stands to admire.
The essence of life,shining in it.
Not for long will it live.
But worthwhile is its presence to everyone abide.
The fragrance so touching to the soul.
A significance of a love;
The variety it is,
red,black,pink,yellow,white.
so pure,so fragile,so beautiful but
with thorns along side.
The dew drops,the scent,
overwhelming the senses clouding the thoughts,the thought.
life so short,its a rose that brings essence to my life.

Eyes the gateway to the soul

The depth within can be seen,all through your eyes;
The emotions,the feelings,all visible in the deep pools and swirls of you eyes;
The hurt and the pain that you feel,the love and trust that you bestow;
clearly visible in the orbs of your beautiful eyes,
your eyes being the gateway to your soul.
The innocence present,the gleam of naughtiness,the dancing of you eyes when you are happy;
The puppy dog look that you give in to get your way,
something no one can resist;
The pools turn dark with thoughts,the swirls deeper that I lose myself in;
They are beautiful,your eyes are the gateway to your soul.

The unknown touch

The touch of his hand burns my skin;
The intensity of it felt deep within.
Just a feather light brush leaves me senseless;
all I see is just his face.
Like an angel sent from heaven,
to protect,love and cherish me,
with all the other existences bane.
The soft warm lips,the caresses
igniting a fire within me increasing notch by notch.
The supple hands caressing mine,holding them,squeezing,
assuring me all is fine and there is not limit of time.
His warm breath tickling the nape of my neck,sending shivers down my spine,
shutting and locking my brain.
oh it feels like am going insane!
The broad muscular shoulders to lean on,
the strong chest to hold me on,
the chiseled face,the beautiful,charming,heartwarming smile..
The love for me felt in his touch,seen in his eyes.
conveyed by words and actions.
The bond formed promising enough for and adventurous ride in life,
to last us an eternity,
to be victorious and be happy for as long as there is a forever.

Thin Line between love and hate

The fine line between love and hate;
two strangers masking their love with hate.
The continuous bickering,
the constant leg pulling,
always landing each other in trouble,
filled with tension;
the tension so thick,it can be
cut with a knife.
Not being able to stay but not having a reason to talk
but still finding trivial of excuses to be around each other.
The merciless teasing and taunting,
all show hidden love.
The passion arises,
the feelings and the mind clouded.
The thoughts very much diluted.
Amazing how thin the line is between love and hate.

An honest encounter with the police

They say call the police when needed; the number being 100. But who knew i would be so naive so as to call the police station without a reason?

And, let’s just say that I wasn’t even that young so as to not be able to understand or analyze stuff. The GPRS system in cell phones was new then. I had no freaking idea what it was, and what it did, and how to use it. One of my admirers, I suppose an old friend, had happened to send me a link through rediff.com - a valentine link.

The song dedicated and the greeting card that was dedicated had a code number. I was supposed to "connect" through the GPRS and check it out. Phew! Tough job, and being the ever curious person that I am, and probably the most impatient person on earth, I was hell-bent on finding out what the greeting and song was all about. After all, you don’t have many admirers when you are only 15! I tried and tried, had no idea about GPRS, so finally I called the number. The person who picked up asked me what I wanted to talk about and i very happily said that there is as such a valentine message and how do I go about it to view it or listen to it. The person asked me numerous questions - who sent it? Where it came from? What code does it say? And finally, he asked me to forward it to them. I was all blown out, thinking why I would be supposed to forward it to them. It struck me as wrong, and I happened to ask where exactly I had called. The police station!!!!! Freaked out and laughing over my stupidity, I apologized, telling them that I would call the person up himself and find out!!! What an encounter. I still laugh over it, and get embarrassed thinking of my stupidity and curse myself thinking how I could be so naive. Wonder if the call was recorded or not. Bahhh!!!!Whoever I narrate the story to laughs their head off and smack me hard saying get some sense into that thick head of yours!!!