And she will be loved

This is one song that touches my heart every time I hear it...

"Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

Yeah
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Try so hard to say goodbye..."

Bloody winter

Another one by Tarak, penned in one of his pensive, melancholy moods...

In the white winters I bleed with my wounds frozen
In my destiny to find you in the far northern lands
I have waited all my life to give you my love forever
A long battle I have fought through rain and sun
Through the light and darkness I have kept going on
A thousand battles I have fought with no sight of victory
Why in the name of love do i bleed
What battles need to be fought in the name of love
Now I am not the man I used to be
Broken by the cold winds that cut into me everyday
Death and destruction have come upon me
I crawl on the ground in the hope of life
Slowly the winter snow takes the color of my blood

Here with me....

...

is that clumsy pot you made me at that pottery workshop you went to
is that song you sent me - Beautiful Girl by INXS - which plays too often thanks to the shuffle option on my iTunes
is that sweet testimonial you left me on Orkut
are those 'I love you/Can't live without you' and the 'I hate you/Should have never emotionally invested in you' messages that fill up my cellphone inbox
is that chic Guess purse that I exchanged for the top you bought for me on my birthday wishing it would fit and it didn't..
are those ticket stubs from the first movie (Batman something) we saw or didn't end up seeing ;)
is that weekend when I got grounded by my parents because you were stubbornly drunk about not leaving that friend's house till 5 AM in the morning
is that restaurant where we loved eating Malabar parathas and Kerela fish curry on Saturday afternoons
are those pictures of the good times and some bad times that play as my laptop screensaver
is that 'sorry' graffitti on Facebook when you made me cry about something worthlessly stupid
is that silver chain that broke when you tugged at it in the heat of the moment
is that bruise you gave me when you punched me in a play fight and then a real one
is that perfume you gave me on Valentine's Day...Oh wait, you still owe me one
is that striped top that you said makes me look fat and ruined my mood and my night
is that beautiful, purple embroidered 'jhola' and the matching earrings and necklace that you brought me from Goa
is that pub that I never go to anymore because of the way you screamed at me when we fought there
is the memory of every smile and every tear

Here with me, is everything except you...

Note: Here with me is also the hope that one day, it I won't hurt anymore.

awww!

Someone adorable sent me something adorable....Just thought I'd share.

P.S. You can click on the image to make it large enough to read.

Goa does it again !

"In my immortal callings I stand before you
Into the oblivion the world I know sinks away
In your vastness I have come undone
For the love I feel for you is that of life and beyond
And a peace that belongs to my final resting place
As you come away with layers of white, that bear my naked soul
I knew the color of my soul was blue"

A friend who went to Goa at the end of an emotionally-taxing year ended up finding himself ... After some serious soul-searching, he wrote this beautiful piece for the ocean that gave him hope for the future. Reminded me of my own words from an earlier post - "The vast sea evokes a sense of humility, making me realise the size of me and my inconsequential issues compared to the unending waters that lay before me"

Good going Tarak..Hopin' you will share the other poems too..