I wanna ...

Lie with you in a blanket
On a cold winter night
Talking the night away
By a heart warming fireplace
Kiss when throat gets dry
and talk again

Sit with you on a beach
On a dark starry night
Talking the night away
Toes dug into the cool sand
Counting stars, talking about
galaxies far away

Curl up with you in a couch
On a calm peaceful night
Talking the night away
Sheltered in warm embrace
Sipping on wine, sharing
discerning thoughts

...

Hope of happiness
Desire of warmth
Thirst for approval
Itch for acceptance
Longing to be loved
By the one loved
A basic human need
(actualized or not)

Complaisant masks
Hide oceans of pain
Translucent eyes
Shield tales untold
I don’t claim
Life has been unfair
Disillusioning perhaps
(a recurring episode)

(an ode to Saran)

Expectations

Haphazard
Unpredictable
They disembogue

Uninvited
Unwelcome
They materialize

Abstract
Perplexing
They mystify

Entrancing
Fascinating
They tantalize

Importunate
Formidable
They encumber

Providential
Overwhelming
They galvanize

(an ode to Karthik)

The Wooden Bench

Smiling faces around
They can never understand
Heaviness of a heart
They can never comprehend

Silence trumps emotion
Tears have to dry
Soul shuts down
Mind fails to comply

Eyes gauge the room
Expecting a surprise
Mouths chatter
Uttering a bunch of lies

Legs get up and leave
For the secluded cave
Pace quickens
Wooden bench awaits

Sleepless Nights

You’ve turned me into a poet
Creativity flows unsealed
Flutter in the heart
Tingling down the spine
Eyes are tireless
Face bears a radiant glow
Neither have I felt this way
Nor have I written poems before

Every time I am down
You have the right things to say
To soothe me
And build me up again
To encourage me
By letting me be myself
Neither have I experienced it
Nor have I known affection before

It pains my heart
Moistens my eyes
To watch you see me suffer
Through those beady eyes
Always there for me to hug
When I am forlorn
Neither have I needed less
Nor have I asked for more

AH! Figment of imagination
I wish I could dream you into real
For me to love you
For you to pamper me
To hold my hand
Guide me through the dark
Neither have you done that
Nor have I given up hope

My ingenuity mocks me
Intellect doesn’t desist to chide
Wanting to converse with you
I look at you
Lying lifeless in my bed
You are nothing but a toy
Neither will you come to life
Nor would I be heard

Who would tell the world
Story behind the bruises
The pain that goes along
Helplessness that prevails
A struggling childhood
Craving for love
Neither will you share it
Nor would I

The Hinge

I do
(Congratulations!)
You will
I don’t know
You have to
I don’t know
You need to
We will see
You will see
I don’t know
It will happen
I don’t know
It creeps upon
A cliché indeed
Love you will
I don’t know
Try you will
I don’t know
Sigh
Sigh indeed

my FIRST poem EVA titled "a perfect world"

wrote it yesterday while sittin in the car waiting for dad ......... heh please be kind.

She lay in the waters
Comfortable, warm
Spilling, splashing
Creating ripples
High tide, low tide
Waves in control
No ships to navigate
No jaws to fear
No dolphins to play
With the lone little mermaid.

Big brown eyes
Long, flowing hair,
a perfect tan:
She is alone.
None to share her sorrows,
None to fight with:
Her banal existence
Hopes for a morning.

Then there was light
The sun shone bright
The mermaid’s spirits soared.
But it was not to be.
Shreiking mother's voice
Broke through the tranquil morn
Time to step out of the tub:
A world was shattered.

The skylight spoke a hoarse whisper
It was dawn.

(oooh im terrible hehe)

ps: thank you Madz for your kind suggestions/corrections! :)

Word Games

There is a news article in today's paper about a former boxing champion, Hitman, having slapped his son. He got charged with 'misdemeanour' after his wife lodged a complaint against him. My 15 year old brother was telling me about it when my little cousin (6 year old) overheard our conversation. My mom, out of curiosity, also joined in. "What happened to Hitman?", she asked.

"He is a Mr. Meaner", my little cousin piped in having misinterpreted the word 'misdemeanour'. haha

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During the same conversation, my brother went back to reading the paper. There was some news in it about Iginla (Calgary Ice Hockey Team - Calgary Flames's - Captain). He is an excellent player. Upon reading the news article about Iginla's extraordinary hockey skills, my 15 year old brother exclaimed, "woo Iginla's pimp!"

My mother, who was sitting there as well, heard my brother and cluelessly asked, "Pimp? I thought he was a hockey player."

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Goodness, I'm still laughing.

Updates on Rami's story

Accused fought before the crash

Other links:
Calgary woman mourned
Family left shell shocked

The two critically injured are Karen Gill, 23, and Parminder Marahar (known by those close to him as Pamma), 29. "Almost every bone in Karen's body is broken", stated her aunt, Karin, in an interview with Calgary Herald. Karen lies unconscious in the Foothills hospital here in Calgary but she is breathing on her own. Calgary Herald reports:

"She suffered bleeding in her brain, a fractured neck and facial bones, bruised lungs, broken pelvis, and arm and leg fractures. On Monday, she wiggled her fingers and toes."

On the other hand, Pamma, who weighs about 250 lbs (of muscle - trust me -) at 6'4", has a damaged liver and both of his legs are broken.

A picture of the injured Karen Gill:


Please pray for their speedy recovery.

As for the accused, Samrat Ramnik Dhuna, 18, his lawyer got his bail postponed as she said she didn't have enough evidence to go ahead with the case when he appeared in the court earlier this morning.

In continuation to my previous post ...

This is a picture of Raminder who passed away in the unfortunate incident on 2006's first morning. She was turning 25 on January 29, '06.

my heart hurts.

may her soul rest in peace.

amen.

... a moment of silence please ...

An unfortunate incident:

Last night, at 2:15 AM (an hour and fifteen minutes after having brought in the new year), a bunch of young people (all punjabi) came out of a bar (where new years party was held) on to the road to walk to their parked vehicles. an 18 year old drunken idiot (punjabi as well) who was refused entry into the bar earlier decided to run over a group of 6 people with his van as they were coming out of the bar resulting in the death of a 24 year old woman and critically injuring a couple as stated in this article. Media has not yet declared the victim's names or the motive behind the fatal act.

Since the punjabi community here is close knit, whatever information we could get from our friends/relatives is that the 18 year old had some prior issues to settle with one person amongst that group of six; therefore, he decided it best to run them all over and then drive off. Police did apprehend him minutes later.

The girl who died on the spot happened to be quite a popular girl considering that her family owns a major east indian grocery store in Calgary and she used to work there. She was an EXTREMELY beautiful girl ... and to top that, she was an extremely nice person ... but this incident has led to judgment calls from the saviours of the moral fabric of the society. I spent all day today among the punjabi crew (mostly elders) grieving for the loss. I was rather apalled when I realized that the general consensus about Rami (the girl who died) was that she shouldn't have been out of the house at that time anyway; Girls are supposed to know better. They should stay home and only the 'loose charactered' ones party ... Since she was partying, she must be 'loose charactered' ... and since she is 'loose charactered', it's good that she's gone .... lesson learnt for the rest of us bad girls. WOW!

The woman hasnt even had a funeral yet.

God bless the world.