Jul 7, 2011
Jun 14, 2011
that last kiss.
Never again, am I going to feel that tingly, warm graze of his slight beard on my cheeks. Never again, are those familiar brown eyes going to stare longingly into mine as I search for my eternity in them. Never again, will the same set of lips ever lock to create that 60 second hurricane of world-changing, soul-stirring intercourse of love and lust between two individuals. Never again, will I have my last kiss with him again, cos this is it.
You know what is a real tragedy.. when you know that a kiss is the last.
When you know its the last ... the mind is wheeling in so many directions. Flashing between the past, the present and the future of how you got to this moment where you are parting ways with some one who is obviously important in some way, you are unsure of how to remember this. Is it him, is it me, is it both of us, is the world that wouldn't let us be together..... Would the questions just stop for minute and let this sweet moment of surrender to my lust be the answer to my angst. Would the pain part ways with me to let pleasure play its part for this might be my last kiss with him?
You know what is an even bigger tragedy.... when you don't realize that a kiss is the last.
I do that routine two-second peck on the lips just before I leave for the escalator to catch my flight, smile, say our good byes and leave. And as I walk away slowly, fixing my laptop bag strap on my shoulder and check for my boarding pass and turn around to glance back at him, without for a second thinking that this might be the end of it all.
If I knew that this was my last kiss, would I play it differently? Oh what I would give, to rewind to that moment in time. To relive it, and really savor it .... to find a way to somehow make those few seconds last forever. And now the million dollar question: What is the perfect last kiss? Everything just freezes around you , and the only noise around you is two faint heart beats thumping in a confused synchrony. While the voice in your head screams at the top of its lungs in ecstasy, and your lips are shamelessly confessing the same... somehow you can't utter the words ... even to each other.... in the fear that this will all get jinxed and just disappear...
which it did anyway, despite all the precautions I took! :(
So this is an ode to the last kiss, the mother of all kisses... because there isn't going to be another one like this one.
You know what is a real tragedy.. when you know that a kiss is the last.
When you know its the last ... the mind is wheeling in so many directions. Flashing between the past, the present and the future of how you got to this moment where you are parting ways with some one who is obviously important in some way, you are unsure of how to remember this. Is it him, is it me, is it both of us, is the world that wouldn't let us be together..... Would the questions just stop for minute and let this sweet moment of surrender to my lust be the answer to my angst. Would the pain part ways with me to let pleasure play its part for this might be my last kiss with him?
You know what is an even bigger tragedy.... when you don't realize that a kiss is the last.
I do that routine two-second peck on the lips just before I leave for the escalator to catch my flight, smile, say our good byes and leave. And as I walk away slowly, fixing my laptop bag strap on my shoulder and check for my boarding pass and turn around to glance back at him, without for a second thinking that this might be the end of it all.
If I knew that this was my last kiss, would I play it differently? Oh what I would give, to rewind to that moment in time. To relive it, and really savor it .... to find a way to somehow make those few seconds last forever. And now the million dollar question: What is the perfect last kiss? Everything just freezes around you , and the only noise around you is two faint heart beats thumping in a confused synchrony. While the voice in your head screams at the top of its lungs in ecstasy, and your lips are shamelessly confessing the same... somehow you can't utter the words ... even to each other.... in the fear that this will all get jinxed and just disappear...
which it did anyway, despite all the precautions I took! :(
So this is an ode to the last kiss, the mother of all kisses... because there isn't going to be another one like this one.
May 15, 2011
that first kiss
Why is there always this big fuss about the first kiss. Aren't you sort of fumbling anyway? And why do we hang the albatross of the success of the future relationship around our necks based on how great that first kiss is?
"Oh.. that's a little too much tongue... this guys is probably too aggressive, or maybe he is a pervert .... no way I wanna date someone like that. "
" God he is hardly opening his mouth, what a wuss.... I cant date such a meek fellow who is too scared to face a kiss head on, I mean what he is going to with larger challenges in life"
Really... all that .. from a kiss?
What is a perfect kiss anyway? Is it technique, the person or the hope that those closed eyes will unveil the dreams of the next five ten years with the ones we've locked lips with? In my opinion, all the expectations we have are what sets it up for failure. whether its a kiss or the relationship.
And we shouldn't make a big deal about a first kiss because its exactly that... the FIRST kiss. Doesn't that logically mean that we have so many more kisses to build a connection with this person i.e. chances to work on things and be mature about giving some one a real shot at being your partner.
I'll tell you where to shift the spotlight to. Wait for the next post, por favor !
"Oh.. that's a little too much tongue... this guys is probably too aggressive, or maybe he is a pervert .... no way I wanna date someone like that. "
" God he is hardly opening his mouth, what a wuss.... I cant date such a meek fellow who is too scared to face a kiss head on, I mean what he is going to with larger challenges in life"
Really... all that .. from a kiss?
What is a perfect kiss anyway? Is it technique, the person or the hope that those closed eyes will unveil the dreams of the next five ten years with the ones we've locked lips with? In my opinion, all the expectations we have are what sets it up for failure. whether its a kiss or the relationship.
And we shouldn't make a big deal about a first kiss because its exactly that... the FIRST kiss. Doesn't that logically mean that we have so many more kisses to build a connection with this person i.e. chances to work on things and be mature about giving some one a real shot at being your partner.
I'll tell you where to shift the spotlight to. Wait for the next post, por favor !
Mar 15, 2011
Mar 3, 2011
Te amo España...
you made me laugh again. you made me want to break into a dance in the middle of the street. you made me feel wonder. you made me feel alive again. you are my favorite place in the world right now.
Jan 18, 2011
Eminem to the rescue...
Guess who's back...
back again
Sue is back
tell a friend !
:D
I know its been a year... but I have a valid excuse. I was getting an education.
back again
Sue is back
tell a friend !
:D
I know its been a year... but I have a valid excuse. I was getting an education.
Feb 4, 2010
Sue turns 25 in style!
a birthday cake with my face on it
a credit card to cut the cake with
one stolen glass from that club that made us pay cover though we were on the guest list
three large vodkas and a even larger hangover
dal makhani, orange chicken, mutton biryani, icecream, more cake
soul-stirring kisses
a guest hip hop dj who supposedly played for Kardinal, Snoop and Sean Paul - but all he did was scratch and say "Hold up" all night - everyone wondered what he was referring to
tons of white lies
one very loving boyfriend and three very sweet friends
addressing myself as K DRUNK RAO on the feedback card and giving my email address as K DRUNK RAO @ N****'s CROTCH.COM and then refusing to give it to the waiter
a single long stemmed rose
announcing loudly to a table full of people about how I need a birthday bang and someone should offer their room/flat for the good cause
"ishqiya"
hard rock cafe - beef burger n fries with carlsberg - YUMMY
all smiles
Sue turns 25 in style!
a credit card to cut the cake with
one stolen glass from that club that made us pay cover though we were on the guest list
three large vodkas and a even larger hangover
dal makhani, orange chicken, mutton biryani, icecream, more cake
soul-stirring kisses
a guest hip hop dj who supposedly played for Kardinal, Snoop and Sean Paul - but all he did was scratch and say "Hold up" all night - everyone wondered what he was referring to
tons of white lies
one very loving boyfriend and three very sweet friends
addressing myself as K DRUNK RAO on the feedback card and giving my email address as K DRUNK RAO @ N****'s CROTCH.COM and then refusing to give it to the waiter
a single long stemmed rose
announcing loudly to a table full of people about how I need a birthday bang and someone should offer their room/flat for the good cause
"ishqiya"
hard rock cafe - beef burger n fries with carlsberg - YUMMY
all smiles
Sue turns 25 in style!
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