The "M " Factor!

I read this excellent post on http://www.myindiareport.in/blogdetails.php?bid=134. The writer had some important points to place. The Factors that work in for women: I would simply call it the "M" factor. "Men, Money and Marriage" ..! Weak points? Hmm.. you cant afford to make statements here.
A scary thought that maybe the "M" factor would work. Its like the wheels of the autorickshaw!

Abhi chalao ya baad main.. chalana to hai!

At last.. I see the end

I waited.. The frog prince indeed got smarter with time.

No time for kisses, he jumped into another pond. Blame him, Blame him not..

the wait..

Patience, a word my self' taught my self'! But dint earn me nothing.
I taught myslef to be patient.. maybe that would hep me relate to people i wanted to know better. But patience also means your giving that person time to maybe think about things you would not want him to. So what is it, that rules the world? Superstitions and misunderstandings i must say..!
Superstitions made by the mind.. and mis understandings made by the same.
questions of the heart, answered by the mind.. will he ever think of me? yes.. he sure will..

What does it feel like??

What does it feel like to be alone? I can’t surely find the answer to that question. There hasn’t been a moment when I’m left alone. Hounded by a million thoughts of the path that I take, the people I cherish, is this really it? My life is outlined by assumptions, is it working for me? Questions lay unanswered. Thinking about people assuming they’ll think of me too. Why not? They may be thinking about me, but the intensity is not seen. I fail to understand myself and my thoughts. Does life work for me or do I work towards making a life out of existence. The next thing I know is talking the walls about what could be. Why not? Walls have ears they say... You never know... Twenty years from now they might start talking. Again... it’s the wait... And before you know... bang! Life’s gone!

Its all about..

If only it was easy to break someone’s heart, I would be the one doing it time and again.
There’s a certain sense of satisfaction I assume, when people mercilessly break someone’s heart, not with words, not with deeds but with thoughts.
Most of the time, the person indulging himself in a heartbreak is clueless as he invades someone else’s thought to hammer the emotions. One does trust, but with the same trust has a sly thought. If one claims to trust, then why does he question?
Trust, a word few live by. Love a word, and merely a word I must say. I haven’t been a part of the either, Love nor trust.
I’ve never trusted, nor have I have loved. Yes, to those who think maybe the romantic that I am, I must clarify, that this love bug has almost eaten up my brain cells.
Thinking of what can be, I must say, that if ever someone pushed me into being a part of the Love Façade, I wouldn’t be hesitant!
If only, there would be ‘one’ frog prince I wouldn’t be a slight timid in showering him with the kisses, but aha! Here’s the catch, if he isn’t the prince, I hope he can remain the frog that he is.

the Temptress..

I guess I am born again! In my last birth I was Dorian Gray, a character Oscar Wilde gave birth to. Born again as a girl who perfectly understands the life that Dorian Gray lived. People called me a coward, which meant I dint live the life I was meant to. Only I know that wasn’t true. When Henry told me how precious youth was, all I wanted to do was to preserve it, and that is what I did. I preserved my portrait which Basil my best friend painted. I dint grow old after that, but my picture did.
I killed Basil with my own hands! He was my best friend and I had the right to. But I killed Sibyl, my love, which killed me in turn. She killed herself, for I had killed the love we had. I was left alone, I thought of tearing apart the picture that captured the youth or the power of me. I killed me not realizing that the picture was actually me!
I’m born again as a girl. A second chance to life I must say, but here again, I’m trying to preserve the youth that’s fading away. Before living my youth, I’m thinking about how I will let it leave me. Is this life or just mere rebirth?
"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it , Resist it and the soul grows sick with longing." The temptation called youth, just isnt letting me live!

My Inspiration..

"[Hollywood is] a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul."

Marilyn Monroe remains my idol.