The bells chimed,
The flowers swayed,
My heart smiled
For I was hand in hand with you.
The sun rose,
The birds chirped.
My eyes shone
For I was lost in you.
The wind roared,
The sea lashed,
My chest moaned
For the pain inflicted by you.
The earth trembled,
The oak burned,
My soul shrieked,
For there was no guilt in you.
The windows rattled,
The doors creaked,
My ghost gleamed,
For she was there to haunt you.
Caged within these bars,
The dark penetrating deep.
Suffocated by the realm of society,
Her head down in shame
Taking refuge within her cascading auburn locks.
A tingling on her spine began,
A ripple of anger flowed red-hot
A snarl bubbled through,
The bars rattling
The winds howling,
No more she said, no more.
She wrecked her way through the bars,
Growing stronger and stronger and stronger,
Unleashing her fury on this barbaric world
A whirlwind of fury,
Swallowing this barbarism, whole.
Tis a thing so fragile
Laying its base in trust and honesty.
Hand in hand they go together,
Once broken, tis lost forever.
You knew not how deep I hurt,
Your manner remained distant and curt.
You blew out the dying embers
of hope,
I know not how I coped.
You found them others,
You found your place,
A distant memory was all I was
as they took my place.
You broke this fragile bond,
You tore my heart in two,
Much distress you caused,
Yet, to look back you never paused.
I was reduced to just that somebody,
A somebody when you had nobody.
A somebody to help in your time of need.
I was that somebody who would cater to one and all.
Mistaken you are love,
For I am not to be trifled with,
You’ve ignited the fire within,
The flames charring to ashes the friendship we once had.
It was a night to remember. It was a night to bring us closer. It was a night to bond. It was a perfectly well spent night together. The setting sun cast a beautiful orange glow, the wind whispering in our ears but I doubt you noticed. You were so determined. Determined to make me leave my inhibitions back home. Determined to pull me out of my shyness. And my, did you succeed! For all the grumbling and protests on my part I did finally bow down to your wishes. But you brought out the best in me and I feel thankful that you are the determined and stubborn person I know you to be.
You captured some of the most beautiful moments and memories. You brought us all closer. Yes, the night was beautiful. Rare as it is the sight, it was a precious gift to view the twinkling stars in a city so busy and full of lights. The breeze a little chilly but we shared the warm and soft comforter listening to the most amazing pieces of music. From the violin, the cello and the piano right down to our own epic and beautiful (Read as horrendous) rendition of the Zombie. But that’s another memory made to be stored away for life.
It is said that music portrays our emotions, raw. Music can touch our hearts, touch our souls. It was music that night that touched our hearts. Right from the fiery violin pieces to the soft melodies. There was not much in way of conversation and yet I feel we said so much.
It was complete in every way. The food was scrumptious. The best meal I’ve had in a long time. (That may also be due to the fact that we were all ravenous and starving though.) We had our fair share of teasing, of jokes and the ever dear blonde moments. But what is a night without doing something forbidden? You made a deal and sealed it with gulp of old monk. The night would not have been complete without our bit of sneaking around.
They say that it always makes man appreciate the true value of something you had once but lost eventually. Stolen moments with your heart’s desire are ever so precious. Which is what made this night beyond beautiful. To have you curled up next to me. To see the same happiness in your eyes which I heart-fully feel. To see you demand that I shower you with hugs and pets. To see your eyes melt when you want something, to see you trick us with those eyes to surrender and give it to you. To be rewarded with a loving lick from you. You, my love, made this enchanting night every bit as special as did everything else.
The sky a clear turquoise blue,
With splotches of soft cushiony white.
It was the epitome of calm,
As we walked along the promenade, a serenity engulfed us
Yet my calm and cheerful countenance was a facade so strong
To the inner nerves and turmoil raging within me.
It was just one moment where I found myself lost,
Lost to the nerves and anxiety and instead
there was a different turmoil within me.
A turmoil of flutterings, anticipation and perhaps curiosity
But it was just a moment,
Shattered by the outer world,
The moment I was lost in the chocolate pools of your eyes,
They truly are,
The windows to your soul.
We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?
It would seem that my tear ducts are connected to my laughter. And me being one who can end up laughing even without a reason, tears of joy roll down my cheeks quite often. The memory of this happening last time is ingrained so clearly in my brain, it’s unlikely that I shall ever forget this particular episode.
I’m your regular college going student. And so, of course keeping with the norm and everything, I spent most of the night speaking on the phone even though I had college the next day. Considering that I have to wake up at the ungodly hour of 5.30 in the morning to make it to my first lecture at 8, that wasn’t a good idea. I barely managed to get a measly two hours of sleep. However I did get up and go to college. Here’s the thing though. Sleep deprivation gets me high. Really high. Really really high. Why? I really don’t know…
And so it starts. Because I’m sleep deprived, everything is funny. (Even though it’s actually not.) Throughout the day, all it took was just one glance at my friend to set me off. And I don’t have the slightest idea why. I would look at her and burst out laughing. It’s a miracle I didn’t get thrown out of lectures that day. This continued the entire day, the short bursts of laughter. The climax however takes to a whole other level.
Classes were over and we were leaving to go home. We were at the gate. Another glance at her and this time the laughter came but refused to go away. It was utter madness. I kept on laughing and along with that kept chanting that I couldn’t stop laughing, all the while clutching my aching stomach and bending over, gasping and laughing at the same time. Tears slowly started rolling down my cheeks but I still couldn’t stop. I really don’t want to know what the people around would have thought of me. And the best part I had no idea why I was laughing. I was laughing for no reason! And it doesn’t even end here. My friends and I take the train to go back home. Not only did I keep singing or repeating in a tune rather, ‘I’m so hot ‘ I even did a jig to go along with it. At the station. I did this at the station, laughing all the while, tears in my eyes while my friends walked behind me and pretended that they didn’t know this raving lunatic. Ah, bless them!
But I was so far-gone at that point I didn’t care about who was looking at me or if I was being judged. I wouldn’t be caught dead doing that otherwise. But I wish everyday could be day like that. My happiness was so palpable that day, it’s like I can still feel it throbbing in me. We don’t realize but very often it’s small incidences such as this, which make for the best memories and some of the best times of our lives.
Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of your post. Now, write!
“You have bewitched me body and soul.”
Pride and Prejudice. Anyone who has watched that movie cannot help but swoon and fall in love with Matthew Macfadyen a.k.a Mr. Darcy. And why wouldn’t you, when he’s quoting lines like ‘you have bewitched me body and soul’ to his beloved. It has the potential to turn anyone into a puddle of mush. *sigh*
If only the men today would woo us like that. Or if only I’d been born in the 19th century. I don’t believe in the notion of love at my age. (P.S. I’m still a teenager) But I swear, anyone quoting those lines to me or quoting Darcy to me today, tomorrow, I’m going to fall for that person and fall hard at that. Guys who do that will probably be labelled as a pansy fellow, or the common term used today would be ‘gay’. Why? Because he is quoting Austen. But you know what? It just shows that he has good taste in literature and he knows how to woo the ladies with a touch of romance. We hardly see old school romance anymore. Everything now is just done in a lust induced haze. Sometimes it’s good to take things slow.
I hope one day I’ll meet my own personal Darcy. One who has a way with his words. One who can sweep me off my feet with his words and actions. One who is chivalrous. One who doesn’t hesitate to quote Austen or Shakespeare. Eh, I guess he’ll have to be well read for that. One who doesn’t take me for granted. One who respects me for who I am. I hope that someday, someone comes along in all his shining glory and proves me wrong regarding my skepticism for the male gender today. I hope one day, I will meet someone who will bewitch me body and soul.
Till then, I’ll just keep fantasizing about Mr. Darcy.
