An experiment

Note: This poem is not exactly very good or perfect. There are a lot of mistakes and stuff, but I wanted to see people's reaction towards it. Kind of like an experiment.When I got the idea for the poem, I just kept on writing and couldn't stop, so yeah the poem may sound a little incoherent or disconnected at places.
 Inamorata is an Italian word, I know, but it felt more appropriate to me to use Inamorata instead of Koibito.

Oh Inamorata

Look yonder

As the moon shies away at your sight

For there are no words to describe your loveliness

As the soft sakura kiss your cheeks

And the women envy your beauty

Why do you cry?

Standing solitary by the koi pond

Teasing the water with your fingers

Your head bowed down with the

Heavy weight of sorrow

With every step you take so gingerly

Your kimono sways like the gentle creek

Don’t cry inamorata

The earth sighs with your every tear

The birds weep as you exhibit fear

Fear what?

The wind carries the hearsay

Across the oceans

Through the deserts

Crossing the forests

Battling the darkness of the caves

Your sweet inamorata weeps for you mortal

Her beauty scarred by her love for you

She no longer thinks about the plants or stars

But she ponders over where you are

She no longer buzzes with happiness like the bees

But all day long she weeps and weeps

The grass tries to wipe away her tears

And the flowers try to cheer her up

But all day long she weeps and weeps

Return to her and hold her in your arms

Remove her pain with love as the balm

Stop hiding and come out

Of the box where you have

Suppressed your love for her

And tell her that you are forever together

The witnesses of your love are the winds and stars

And all those tears shed over so many hours

Only time can separate us

My heart, my love

So say the moon and the stars above.

Those complicated emotions!

Dogs. Cute. Cuddly. Furry. Soft . Friends.
Above is the image of dogs as observed by animal lovers.

Dogs. Scary. Teeth. Beasts. Rabies. Injections.
Above is the image of dogs as observed by not-very-big-dog-fans.

So what happens when you've experienced the feelings of both the sects. Scary yet lovable. Furry yet dirty.
You know you're not exactly going to be a huge fan of dogs when you've been chased by 6 dogs (Hey I didn't tease 'em or anything! ) . So after the whole dog-chasing-girl drama, I was scared of dogs.
I got over the phobia after interacting with a few friends and their dogs.

Mum wasn't very keen on getting a dog. It's difficult considering the fact that we move every 2yrs. It was understandable. Then came that fateful day. A phone call changed our lives forever.........................and so where are we now?

We have a dog. A black golden shepherd. (yes, yes I notice the irony or perhaps the oxymoron
 "black golden shepherd" *laughs* )
It was a tough six months with the puppy stage considering the fact that he pooped and peed almost 20 times a day. I mean how much does a pup pee! What is it a urinary bladder or a water tank!
At times he's the best...all lovable and all. And at times, you feel like killing him. (not that I'm a sadist or anything)
But then he's the best thing that happened in our lives. So, yeah.

Here's an experiment my friend tried on Leo. Oh Leo's my dog.

Le friend- "hey leo say I love you"
Le leo- "Rai ruh ruuuuuuuuuuu"
Le me- *blinks*
Le friend- "now roll over"
Le leo- "What do you think I'm a circus freak?"
**blinks**
**faints**
Dogs I tell you.

When the winds blow

When the winds blow

And my mind flies

I feel like living a dream

I feel like soaring high

When the sun shines

And then there blows a warm breeze

It just makes me feel like I’m in a fantasy

It instantly alleviates me

Nature alleviates me

It removes all my fear and

Takes all my doubts away

Makes me feel alive

All this in this beautiful world

I can never deny

Anything in this beautiful world

So I hitch a star

And fly around the world

And no traffic cop to stop me

And I glide around this...

Beautiful world....

Jazzzzzzzzz

Poetry is one thing...just trying to write and let go of all those emotions accumulated.

But music is perhaps poetry in motion. One of the reasons I like Jazz so much.

Jazz lovers should definitely check out Sharik Hasan's New York Quartet.

*shrieks loudly annnnnnd faints*
 *_*

The Scariest Thing

What is the scariest thing in the world?

It is not a ghost,

It is not the darkness,

Neither is it love,

Nor death,

Scariest thing in the world?
I'll tell you the scariest thing in the world,

I'll tell it to you because I witnessed the sight,

No, neither is it the devil nor is it the night,

It is when you see dreams become dust,

When betrayal follows trust,

The strongest of people break,

And the heavens start to shake,

When hopes are shattered,

For the people we love, we never mattered,

And the emissaries of hope,

Turn into the harbingers of pain,

When you realise hearts are no longer pure,

Your thoughts have become obscure.

When you see life is a chimera,
And each breath you take,

Gets heavier and heavier,

And you crawl through life,

Being pulled behind by the skeletons of despair,

And when all is lost,

You give in,

And let the infinite universe devour you.

Encouragement

Hey guys!
If you're viewing my blog and you like it (I know you do *laughs hysterically* ) please leave comments or suggestions if you feel I need to improve. (ignore my previous statement of not appreciating criticism. I was just kidding. :P )
Cheerio!

The Storyteller Hearth

Like I said before, I write poetry Hahahha :D
 So here's one of the poems I've written -

The Storyteller Hearth
As I sit on the rug,
in front of the hearth,
on a bitter cold winter winter evening,
I see the warm lively fire,
crackling and sparkling,
singing its own music,
and in those dancing flames,
I see figures,
from my memories,
putting up a live show in the flames,
like marionettes,
family and friends,
sadness and death,
smiles and whispers,
a moment spent with a close one,
secrets whispered,
but soon everything fades away,
and outside the moon is shining bright,
I lay down in my bed again,
as the stars whisper good night,
more stories to tell,
more moments to spend,
with the storyteller hearth.

Interdoczion (introduction) xD

Hey! As you can see above I am the quintessential sesquipedalianist -_-
Konichiwa! Guten tag! Namaste! Hey!
I love writing poetry and short stories and  absolutely random stuff which you'll have to bear :')
Hope you enjoy it and do leave suggestions and stuff!
I appreciate criticism (No I don't) mwhahahahahah!