Thursday, August 4, 2011

You're Winter, I'm Snow

There was a time when I never thought,
I'd write of love, happy endings, and what not.
And then one day, he came into my life
Casually asked if I'd be his wife.

You can imagine how it hit me, and more,
That nothing like this, had ever happened before.
And now what was I to do, what would I say?
Comfortably numb, was how I was prepared to stay.

Then I wondered, with all my heart
Single was the way from the start.
But now it was time, I let someone in
To care, to love, to hold unto death within.

And why not him, he was perfect as ever
Much like me, and at the same time, never!
We fit like pieces of a puzzle pretty well
And his smile had already cast a spell.

We could talk endlessly and let time go by
For a non-phone person, that's pretty fly.
And we could drink together to celebrate good times
Isn't that more a luxury today and less of crime?

Icing on the cake is he's simple and true.
He's a sucker for brands, but loves pani puri too!
So I said yes, of course! I wouldn't have it any other way
And we're now engaged, to be married before May.

What can I tell you, I was looking all along,
Through words that rhymed, that hummed into a song.
And there you are - my comfort, my home, and all that I know.
Cos darling you're winter, and I'm snow.

Monday, August 1, 2011


The wind blew in my face
Chill, piercing, like a thousand knives
I cycled on the open street
No lights, no trees, no life

My helmet being the only burden,
I felt weightless, ever so light
My knees were stiff from the cold
As I pedalled to the nearest pub in sight

I needed to get to a pub real fast
I was going to freeze if I let it pass
My joints were sore from the cold
Cycling with the stiffness was quite a task

What is it about the cold and beer
That rushes every Irish from far and near
I'd usually prefer a coffee in the chill
But this is Ireland, thanks a mill!

Asked for my pint of guinness
The local brand of barley juice
The Irish forever swear by it
Who really cares? It's just booze

Took down a huge gulp
Dark, heavy, and bitter
I could feel it go down my throat
I felt warmth as I shivered

There's something about this dark beer
I scanned the pub real quick
Old men, middle aged and young girls
All held a pint and bonded with instinct

They say beer is an acquired taste
And Guinness, you'll need more beers to acquire
But three pints down, and I love it
What do they say again - More than two and it's a habit? :P

We Have Us

Yes our lives are messy
But who gives a damn
We can sort our crap out
As long as we're talking, we can.

Rough day at work,
Rough time at play
Just some momentary madness
Good times will eventually stay

I don't know why I'm writing this
Or tagging you on this piece
I needed to clear out the mess
In my head - need some peace.

And you know well, you know how
This works both ways, then and now
You sort my shit and I sort yours
And then we waste time chasing cars :)