Love Tag by Keshi

First things first: Please check pics from My Trip to Sangla Valley on my Photo Blog

http://akkipics.blogspot.com/

So I have to do this Love tag by Keshi. Actually I also need to complete a few other Tags.....I will do them..... I promise.... I am just slow with Tag's..... I actually am slow with pretty much everything (retard). You may think that, that "sucks"..... but then you should think of activities, where being "fast" and/or "quick" is not appreciated .....

Thanks Keshi for the Tag.....like with all my tags, I have this special Pic for this tag.... I call it the love tag....

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your first thought be?

Honestly, I can’t say….. It’ll hurt but I really can’t say what my first thought would be…

2. If you can have a dream coming true, what would it be?

Don’t judge me people…. I want to be a billionaire…...or at least marry a billionaire’s daughter…..

3. What is the one thing most hated by you?

Fake people, Fake public figures, Fake smiling assholes…….. People who want to motivate you by “just” speaking and telling you “stuff”

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?

Is my dream coming truw…..OH MY GOD…. This works

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?

Well never ever …… again (AAAWWWWWeeeeeeee) !!!

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?

To know Love, I think its important to love someone…..you can never appreciate love if you have never been in Love…. That’s my story……

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?

quite frank-fuckingly …..I am done…..

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?

wtf…..get over it…

9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? Your gf/bf or an actress/actor?

Meryl Streep

10. What takes you down the fastest?

People trying to force “Morality”

11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?

Alive…

12. What's your fear?

Death and illness

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?

Suave

14. Would you rather be single and rich, or married but poor?

Single and Rich

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?

Have my Tea….. then there are bad days when I have to make my tea.

16. Would you give all in a relationship?

I have never been in a relationship….. Probably that says it all…. (aaawwwweeee…yaaaa…wtf)

17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?

it won’t be love…

18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?

NO

19. If you get to go back in time and fall in love all over again, would it still be with the same person?

YES…I will quote from a post on my blog.

The time that I have been away from you I have learnt a lot of things too. I learnt about my mistakes. Not that I really care about them…..I would have still made those mistakes… because those mistakes got me closer to you. And then there were your mistakes…..or were they again my mistakes…that created the distance between us. Would I go back in time and change things?….a part of me wants to change it…. But then…I really don’t think I want things to change….the way I love you now….I never loved before…. I was selfish. I still am.

20. People I Tag:

I don't Tag anyone in Particular....Since I haven't yet completed their tags..... I throw it open for everyone/anyone who wants to do it...

Njoy yourself....

Blank Paper’s Itch

This poem was written couple of years ago......

When I try to study
A blank paper, on a crossroad
Time eats me up as quicksand
I am volatile without a coffin

Fluttering eye and siesta in my veins
A night of pain
And a heart so distant
Too many pictures around
Portraits of strangers
And off season discounts
Flash through the whiteness
Of the blank paper
Stories, poems, songs, sketches
Memoirs and diary entries
Epistolary, novels and sonnets
So much and too many
All in my eyes or just the paper’s itch

I wait, I wait
To understand the mystery,
Of body and mind
Sex and love
Siamese twins

Ciphers disdain these questions
Some ambiguities can’t be deciphered
By a mere itch
Blank paper is just as susceptible
As a crossroad

A Letter to X

Hi

I don’t know what am I thinking and why am I writing this letter/email to you. It’s been a long time. So long that it kindda stopped aching. I mean not completely… but I guess it doesn’t hurt the same way as it used to. You know like when some part of the body becomes numb…like that…. only that it’s not really a body part. It’s the pain of numbness…..kindda…

For couple of years now we have lived a certain part of our respective lives in two different corners of a web…. I picked my corner…..not that you didn’t pick yours….but it was more like me picking a corner away from you….there was a time when we lived in the same corner….we picked that corner together…..corners get claustrophobic ….too much Love can suffocate….

Sometimes I dream about you….and I see you smiling….just the way you used to….I want to hold you in my arms and kiss you….but ……

When I pass through that restaurant, I kindda feel full …thinking about all our meals there….our corner table, where we sat each time….I wonder if you ever go there now…..I don’t…..

Your photographs sometimes find their way on my desktop…..I don’t know how….I touch them to feel you….then I close my eyes to see you….

Do you ever close your eyes like that to feel me?

What happened between you and me is our story. Everyone has “stories”. Some people sell them and some just tell them. Ours is not to sell, not to talk about. Though we have not talked to each other for couple of years, our lives are still connected. They will be connected for the rest of our lives. There was a time when I couldn’t imagine my life without you….I still can’t…..probably because a part of me still lives in the past. The past is not as dark as the present. Future really doesn’t exist, because I am constantly besieged between past and present.

How you loved to read the letters I wrote to you ….I know you still read them at night when you are alone….. Then I read some letters for you….the letters that I never sent you….I can never understand why I read those letters….I feel like I have committed a sin by not sending those letters to you….they have been written by me…. but they belong to you….. Are they technically still letters …. Even if they never went out in mail….

When I moved away I took some of your stuff with me. Heart works with its own logic…even “things” have certain amount of life…..they don’t just remind me of you, they help me in being away from you. I still celebrate your birthday, my own private party.

When I see you at crossroads sometimes, my soul darts towards you …. Embraces you…. Kisses you….makes love to you….on the crossroads…..I leave my soul there…..amidst its junctures of passion and scorching orgasms……..why should I punish my soul….it has suffered enough……abstinence doesn’t work for soul anyways……I wonder….I do wonder a lot…..

The time that I have been away from you I have learnt a lot of things too. I learnt about my mistakes. Not that I really care about them…..I would have still made those mistakes… because those mistakes got me closer to you. And then there were your mistakes…..or were they again my mistakes…that created the distance between us. Would I go back in time and change things?….a part of me wants to change it…. But then…I really don’t think I want things to change….the way I love you now….I never loved before…. I was selfish. I still am.

Of addictions.....

Sitting in a room

I wonder and still wonder

It gives me goose bumps

And I turn deaf

To the sounds around

Have I lived my life yet?

Did I dream last night?

I am an addict

I am bonded

I am a slave

And I cry over my love

Fake orgasms

And Victorian mannerisms

I sit and relax

Watch the head going up and down

The captain of the ship

Drives me to a lonely island

Celluloid maddens me

And I sit fingers crossed

And eyes wide open

I need to kill a few animals

Nerves in my brain

And those in my legs

Entangled computer wires

All look the same

Blank paper’s itch

When I try to study

A blank paper, on a crossroad

Time eats me up as quicksand

I am volatile without a coffin

Fluttering eye and siesta in my veins

A night of pain

And a heart so distant

Too many pictures around

Portraits of strangers

And off season discounts

Flash through the whiteness

Of the blank paper

Stories, poems, songs, sketches

Memoirs and diary entries

Epistolary, novels and sonnets

So much and too many

All in my eyes or just the paper’s itch

I wait, I wait

To understand the mystery,

Of body and mind

Sex and love

Siamese twins

Ciphers disdain these questions

Some ambiguities can’t be deciphered

By a mere itch

Blank paper is just as susceptible

As a crossroad