The windows to your soul.

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.

Daily Prompt: Happy Happy Joy Joy

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.

Daily Prompt: Silver Screen : You Have Bewitched Me Body and Soul.

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.

Daily Prompt: Places.

Beach, mountain, forest or somewhere else entirely?

When I close my eyes to the world around me I’m transported to this lovely, serene haven. The waves gently crashing on the shore lulling me into a sense of peace. The breezy, salty wind making my hair waltz around me. My toes sinking into a bed of soft, pristine white sand. The water barely kissing my feet before retreating back to the endless bounds of the ocean, blue. The setting sun casting a brilliant orange glow onto everything it can reach. The water glittering and sparkling like millions of tiny diamonds. A silence so deep, so peaceful, engulfing you, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Only the sea gulls there to give you company. As you walk along the beach, your footprints fading away the farther you go leaving behind no trace whatsoever.

Ah, what a haven this is, if only this weren’t in my head, if only I had the time and liberty to whisk myself off to such a place and disappear from the face of the earth, making it impossible for me to be found and eventually thrust back into reality.