Archive for November, 2011

The Ubersexuals

Posted: November 13, 2011 in Random
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The Metrosexual male – I know this term’s rather old but you know what? I wanted to talk about it. I don’t know if he was always this beauty conscious or if it’s the changing winds. Maybe he was into beauty since time immemorial. But what interests me is not the history. It’s the concept.

Walking down the street and having taken a seat at your favourite cafeteria, you notice a young man seated alone, perusing a magazine; must be a techie, I decided. I made a mental character sketch of this hottie. He was neither fat nor slim, i . e., he was my kind of healthy looking person; dark hair, no moustache, clean looking. But it didn’t end there. There was more to it. His perfectly shaped and manicured finger nails caught my attention and I was amused. Even his face spoke of a perfect radiance that any girl would want to have. He wore a tiny earring that looked chic on that man. Neat and tidy, and well taken care of; that guy was a sight for sore eyes.

I walked into my classroom expecting a new lecturer to arrive and as he did, I had to rethink about my idea of a lecturer. In a semi-long kurta with very attractive batik print, he looked as if he could carry off anything with ease. He was a middle aged man, but attractive nevertheless. I spent my next one hour thinking about how perfect his eyebrows looked: arched, shaped to perfection. His hair was chopped to bare minimum but even that seemed to have a pattern. His flawless skin made me extremely jealous of him. And his long, slender, perfect hands made me imagine him to be an artist painting a world of fantasy before my very eyes; sans the paint making him look dirty. (Seriously speaking, I like that messy look a lot.) He wore wrist bands that looked like rudraksha and I somehow had this urge to start wearing stuff like that. As he walked out the class, I noticed how rhythmically he walked; almost like a runway model.

On my way from college, I happened to see this hot Goth chick on a roaring bike. Damn, sexy bike! But it took me two minutes to figure out that the Goth chick in front of me was a dude. Heavily kajaled eyes, black attire and long, black-blue mane, black and silver accessories shaped like huge chains and linked safety pins; he looked like a Greek god. Acheron Parthenopaeus was the first name that struck my head. But then I thought of other likely comparisons and the name Ryan Conferido hit my mind. Yes, these guys are sexy and they know it. Ryan for one is ubersexual. He can wear a sexy speedo and not look any less masculine but still sensual enough. Or that’s what I feel, as I am Ryan-biased.

Guys, I like the change in you all but I hope you’d stop classifying women as purely sensual creatures because at least by now you should understand that you and her, both, love loving yourself/herself. And I am not saying that all men should be ubersexual, either. The rough, unshaven, messy look has its share of attractiveness.
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Are you real?

Posted: November 6, 2011 in Death, Love, Pain
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Lost in the valley of pain
Ne’er did I realize that it had to end.

Immersed in the sense of sorrow,
I tried to reach the lid of my life.

I failed to love, I failed to live;
I failed in every way.

I trusted you more than I trusted them,
Who made me what I am.

All I got was a card;
Yes, I am glad that you’re happy.

But I can’t lie anymore:
To myself and to my world.

As I dived into the valley of ignorance,
I caught one last glimpse of you.

And you were smiling.

There were nights when I couldn’t sleep. Most nights were like that. I suffer from the disease called love. Even when I am out of it, I cry for love. Not the lack of it. But what I had, once. ©

My Angel

Posted: November 5, 2011 in Love, Pain
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I did not want to give a title to this one. But I ended up doing so. Written on October 31, 2011. It’s yet again about love and pain. I feel a lot of both. I hope you wouldn’t hate me for being repetitive.

In a dream, I see you spreading your white wings wide to hide me,
But in reality, the darkness in you engulfed my sanity;
And I am but a walking, talking corpse.

In you I sought peace
And in you, I lost myself.

A shadow cast by the darkness, I am.
You’re but the darkness in my world.

I dared to wade through this darkness
And now I suffer; suffer alone.

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Before You

Posted: November 5, 2011 in Love
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This was a poem that I had written in 2009. Hope you like it.

 

Before you, my life was an empty canvas,
Where I experimented with colors.
But none appeared on it.
I thought my vision was impaired.
But you taught me,
That the right colors are yet to get splashed on it.

Before you, my life was a tuneless melody,
Where the words ordered themselves in unruly rhymes.
But no magic emerged from it.
But you taught me,
That the right strains are yet to be notated on it.

Before you, my life was an absurd story,
Where the characters bore no meaning at all.
But your love transformed it,
Filled it with melodies, colors and words,
Which knitted the wonderful tale of our love
In colorful threads,
Kneaded with a golden needle
And perfumed with fragrances from paradise.

Before you, life was not Life;
I was not me.
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