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Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Thought of the Day...yet again...can't help writing this...
Today's a perfect day to snuggle, hug and cuddle...wintry winds blowing with their tender yet biting might...that fuel my dormant desires...Salt Lake is awesomely awesome for romantic walks...and a day like this, chilling cold and drizzling skies make it ever so wonderful...Oh, wish I had my Mr. Perfect to hold hands with...
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Thought of the Day...
After posting 5 of my favourite romantic videos, I'm going to blog any random thought that strikes my mind and touches my heart on any particular day...
So, here's my food for thought for today-
So, here's my food for thought for today-
Saawariya means "beloved". But he's not just any beloved. He's the dusky, blue tinged (Savla) God Krishna who is adored as Saawariya. On a more sublime note, Saawariya is the beloved who is always in love. But not every lover can qualify as Saawariya. Only the lover who stands the test of time who overcomes all obstacles who doesn't care whether he gets the girl or not as long as he's consumed by love as long as he remains in a perpetual state of "being in love"
That man, that rare lover, is Saawariya.
That man, that rare lover, is Saawariya.
This is probably my best-loved word in Hindi, and I chanced to come across this meaning online...it really caught my fancy...
The little road that leads up to my doorstep lies numb today…
The frostbitten morning, misty-eyed, grey-faced, stares at me…
I breath out white vapours that blunts my words…
The bubbles that are home to my mind’s eye, fly about…
I hold myself in embrace, my arms closely wrapped around me
In a vain attempt to recreate the warmth that you were…
Laying my heavy feet on the wet paths, I trip along…
The drizzle tastes like lozenge, indeed…
It snowed all night, or did it?? They’ve put out the stellar lamps…
One or two are still aglow, with their faint twinkles…
I look above, trying to trace some alien galaxy…
The sky isn’t as speckled tonight,
Rusted yesterdays appear dimmer in the soft moonlight,
But I still rummage my glassy orb of recollections…
Hoping to stumble upon that moment, when I nestled in your arms…
That snugness has long been obliterated…
And I still trail after the hollow bubbles….
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