Chapter 3: Maangalyam Authority
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
She will be one of simplicity
She will not be a queen or a minister's daughter but one of feminity
She will not be rich but will have a heart of Gold.
She will be kind enough to feed another's hunger.
Her eyes will only see me as her man
She is classy in her own way and yields power within her fingertips
She will be full of shyness and culture will bound her
Her great traditions will rule her
and she will be a woman of patience, love, kindness and heart.
Her arrogance will be my pride.
Her beauty will be my asset.
Her heart will be mine.
Her love will by my breath.
Her lotus like face will encover her beauty as a veil.
Her slim slender fingers will make her rings slip and fall.
The sound of her glass bangles will ring my attention.
The anklets on her feet will announce her presence.
Her red silk saree which wraps her will move her.
The jasmine flowers on her scenting hair will make
even bees not to drink honey from them.
Her diamond nose stud will shine as if though it was
where light origninated from.
Her henna on her hands will spell her lover for me.
My bride will come as a flower who bloomed in the garden of shyness
in the month of panguni.Any other women would envy her.
Her tumeric face facing the floor as she arrives at my door.
Knocking over the pot of rice, bringing in good luck to my household,
as she arrives in with her right feet over, her head will stand strong and up.
She will be the Empress of my heart,
the Devi of my household.
the long awaited Radha for this Kannan
She will not be a queen or a minister's daughter but one of feminity
She will not be rich but will have a heart of Gold.
She will be kind enough to feed another's hunger.
Her eyes will only see me as her man
She is classy in her own way and yields power within her fingertips
She will be full of shyness and culture will bound her
Her great traditions will rule her
and she will be a woman of patience, love, kindness and heart.
Her arrogance will be my pride.
Her beauty will be my asset.
Her heart will be mine.
Her love will by my breath.
Her lotus like face will encover her beauty as a veil.
Her slim slender fingers will make her rings slip and fall.
The sound of her glass bangles will ring my attention.
The anklets on her feet will announce her presence.
Her red silk saree which wraps her will move her.
The jasmine flowers on her scenting hair will make
even bees not to drink honey from them.
Her diamond nose stud will shine as if though it was
where light origninated from.
Her henna on her hands will spell her lover for me.
My bride will come as a flower who bloomed in the garden of shyness
in the month of panguni.Any other women would envy her.
Her tumeric face facing the floor as she arrives at my door.
Knocking over the pot of rice, bringing in good luck to my household,
as she arrives in with her right feet over, her head will stand strong and up.
She will be the Empress of my heart,
the Devi of my household.
the long awaited Radha for this Kannan
Chapter 2: Bloodless Tie
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
We all have come across friends who create lots of wonderment. We tend to share our best and closest things in life with them. We do not really know why, but we feel it is much more better to share things with our dudes than with our significant others.
I really wonder why such a special relationship exists and the beauty of it is that it is bloodless. Your heart beats for another without any bloodless tie only in this relationship - simply friendship.
As the saying goes, one can exist without a spouse but can never live without a friend. I have a good friend and his name is Yoga. Exactly born 2 years and 4 days later then me. Typical Aries just like me with the same amount of ego, playfulness, seriousness when there is a need to, happy go lucky character, strong willed mind, a bit of fickle mindedness. It amazes me. A replica. There is only thing which we don't share at all. Technical work!
We both were in the aviation industry, so definitely the airplanes play a symbolic part in our friendship as we are from two different geographic locations. Whenever I glance at the airside, be it Airasia or Msian Airlines, it will remind me of Yoga. Seriously, I have to thank God 10000 ++ times for this hell of a dude.
This is a picture taken from Yoga's Dad's car. Very symbolic!
Saya Cinta Budak Giler Hansem Kawan!
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