Snowflakes in summer.

She walked with a stupor that no one else could pull off.                

Her eyes whispering the thoughts of fading immortality.                      

Arms loose with burden of the scanty flesh.

The bitter reason behind those unpainted nails.

Yes, she spoke a million untold stories.

She walked with a stupor that no one else could pull off.

A jute bag that hung lightly on those incumbent shoulders.

She didn't complain though.

Somehow she perceived the brunt as pleasure.

Yes, she spoke a million untold stories.

She walked with a stupor that no one else could pull off.

Her dampened hair beating the fury of Medusa's.

A voice with a glint of sharpness.

That short-lived sharpness plunging into the bed of seas.

Yes, she spoke a million untold stories.

She walked with a stupor that no one else could pull off.
Call her Alice, Call her Athena.
Paint her crimson, drench her in black.
Because she believes that no colors could be put in the box called 'favorites'.
Each had their poise, each infused with a breath of life.
Yes, she spoke a million untold stories.

She walked with stupor that no one else could pull off.
Her shaggy coat, her vivid smile.
Her auburn face, her wretched cries.
Her brilliant fingers, her futile tries.
She would probably take a subway or board a bus.
Taking the window seat, her eyes gazing outside.
And there she is, amidst the herd.
Her mind brewing a chain of thoughts.
Remember?
She told a million untold stories?

p.s- the poem is open-ended.
p.p.s- No, this blog is not dying a natural death.
p.p.p.s- I'll post more often.
Okay Ta-ta & good night!:)

Love to you, Zombie:)

Midori. Midori Kobayashi. 
She's a character from Haruki Murakami's ' Norwegian Wood'. She funny, she's pretty. She's outgoing yet she has her own set of hardships. She's quirky and full of life yet within her she keeps on unfolding little mysteries. Yet she's so different.  Yet she's so amazing.

I've got a buddy who resembles a lot like her. So, I've got my own Midori Kobayashi.
It's funny how you meet certain people and they bring out an unexplored side of yours. The part of yourself that still remains a mystery to you. They push in some kind of miraculous strength into your system. They give you that respite that you really need. Seeing their faces fills you with ceaseless laughter.

I like the way the two of us have become. When we walk down the corridors of school intently buried in our conversations that are so different. The talks on the Third world and what according to us are 'Normal' people. It doesn't have to be words always, right? what do friends do? steal glances, throw a shy smile, look deep into one another's eyes and, viola! they get what's going on in each others minds. I still regret teaching her Madonna's- Like a virgin (and C'mon let's get candid,YOU CAN'T SING! & stop with that 'keep bleeding love'! it's depressing!) . Just like any other set of girlfriends we talk about hot guys (Bradley Cooper, for instance!) and how we are Brangelina's long lost daughters. (yeah! we know we are super-creepy but by saying that it gives us a weird sense of self-assurance). The kind of hogger that'd put Joey Tribbiani to shame. And never give away your dabba's to her, I am warning you, people!

And she has the kind of laughter which spreads like an epidemic. Her smile is to-die-for and of course she is blessed with gorgeous raven black hair. But more than anything else, she listens to me with all ears. She is one of the few people who don't twist their words, bend the tone of their voices and believe in giving a straight advises. If I cry over my petty agonies she'll help me get out of it speaking just the right words. I am not one of those people who let people seek through them ( and I don't regard this as a quality, AT ALL). It takes a while for me to let them see through me, but you Y, you're different. I don't recall how we became friends but I'm sure it must've been because of two dirty-minds clinking together like broken glass pieces;)

And I am so proud of her. She knows what pain is. She has seen misery and loss. The way she has coped with her grief and the way she still manages to stifle out a chuckle isn't anybody's cup of tea. Sometimes she has her days. Like every other girl, she faces non-PMS days when she finds every single thing around her annoying and all she wants is to be left alone, with her thoughts fluttering in her mind. She is so strong and worthy. She instilled the value of 'not- giving- a- damn' and giving the world a hard time.

Though she says that nobody will know her completely, that no one will know what keeps on tinkling in her heart, but I think I am coming to know what kind of beautiful soul she is. And I know what I'll discover at the end.

A little piece of advise to you,Y- Stay happy and amazing. Give those jerks 'on-your-face' with your snappy comments and spread the love that resides in your heart for the wonderful ones you meet .
That's it!
And did I ever mention it before? she's my hideous YET adrenaline loving zombie who believes that lifting her legs while walking is too mainstream. A serious sufferer of two left feet, I tell you! ;)

Thanks Midori!
Thank you so much, Y for making my life so brilliant.You have no idea how strong you've made me. Yet you bring out that terrible child in me. With you, conquering the world is gonna be so much fun.

Let's say- "Bring It On", Shall we?