The Photo Frame

a dusty tired day
while clearing out her cupboard
with a wrench of heart
she saw.
a pink photo frame.
a photo with her and her best friend.
it stung it smarted
the resounding question of pray why?
under the frame
was a stack of drawings.
and that was all that was left
of a confused friendship.
she had stowed it away
she had pushed it away
but memories aren't hidden at leisure
especially painful ones.
it was all just paper
she tried convincing.
yet flashes of a life
which she had held so dearly
so close
and without warning had to let go.
five years was not the matter
the mere abruptness of departure was
a cool declaration
of the end of it all.
she looks at the frame again.
she sees how different it all was.
how different the friend had been.
and all was over now.
she made worthy to forget
the times they had cried and laughed together
the time they had shared.
the close sisterly bond.
it was all over.
there was only a stack of paper left.
best friend.
it wasn't a label. it was a promise.
a promise which was broken
without much ado.
well life couldn't stop.
people come and people go.
but she had believed she would stay.
she tells herself sternly.
she will forget.
she doesn't care.
but her heart whispers.
you won't.
and you do.

Jealousy

What's that strange emotion
which pulses through you
which clouds reasoning
and rational thought?
its jealousy.
whats that bizarre anger you have?
jealousy?
what is jealousy?
fear of replacement?
a twisted threat
to your existence?
its that white fury
which encircles you
and traps you within
it smirks at you
as you struggle
it laughs as you change
your torture is amusement
for its companions.
insecurity.
the thought of losing another
the pain of abandonment
it serves right in small doses.
it should not be given in large ones.
let that emotion go.
your loved one is yours, as well as others alone.
your prize is yours, if rightly earned.
wash away your insecurity.
let no evil deeds happen.
there.
it's gone.

Twitchy squirrel.

I love the squirrel's expression. It could either be saying "HEY YOU BACK OFF. This is my food!"

I love the way squirrels eat their food. They put it between their two paws and nibble at it. I even fed one today!
Not this one, though. This one suspected me of stealing its grain.

Like two halves.

Okay I thought I'll put down my favourit-est couples...the ones which make me feel so warm and happy inside. And trust me, I find very few TV/Book/ Film couples like that.



Ron & Hermione: From the first book I've liked them. They are one of the most realistic and beautiful couples I've EVER read about or seen. They have had terrible fights, and yet they made it through that. I think their most intriguing fights include the Yule Ball battle, the one after Ron dates Lavendar, and the one after Crookshanks is supposed to have eaten Scabbers. *sigh*
Some favourite quotes:

"Ron," said Hermione in a dignified voice, "you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet."

Hermione: I was going to ask you. But if you rather I got off with McLaggen...
Ron (very quietly): No, I wouldn't.

Hermione "Aren't you two ever going to read Hogwarts: A History?"
"What's the point? You know it all by heart, we can just ask you."

Hermione frowned at Ron.
"He's not a nutter, Ron--"
"His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque just like his mother," said Ron irritably. "Is that normal, Hermione?"

Here's another picture:



Shawn Juliet: Okay this couple's just realized their feelings for each other, and right they can't do anything about it. I have watched Psych from season 1 to 5, and I've noticed that in every episode that they have such subtle yet beautiful moments.




Some quotes:
Juliet O'Hara: I don't ask questions I don't want to know the answer to.
Shawn Spencer: Ooh, then never ask your boyfriend if he thinks your sister's hot.
Juliet O'Hara: I don't have a sister.
Shawn Spencer: How about a boyfriend?

Juliet O'Hara: Where are you ?
Shawn Spencer: On the phone. Where are you?

SCARLETT O HARA AND RHETT BUTLER: One of the BEST and most wonderful couples I've EVER read about. Scarlett is soo utterly human, and Rhett is too good to be true. *sigh* such a tragic story :(



Scarlett: But you are a blockade runner.
Rhett: For profit, and profit only.
Scarlett: Are you tryin' to tell me you don't believe in the cause?
Rhett: I believe in Rhett Butler, he's the only cause I know. The rest doesn't mean much to me.

Scarlett: [After agreeing to marry Rhett] Money does help and of course I am fond of you...If I said I was madly in love with you, you'd know I was lying. You always said we had a lot in common...
Rhett: You're right, my dear. I'm not in love with you any more than you are with me. Heaven help the man who ever really loves you.

Scarlett: No! I only know that I love you.
Rhett: That's your misfortune.

Ross Rachel: One of the most turbulent, messed up and confused couples ever. Yet throughout the seasons, even after the breakup there's always a hint of them being together. Two completely different people, and both completely crazy too.


Rachel: (while kissing Ross) Monica?
Ross: It would really help when I'm kissing you if you didn't shout out my sisters name.

Ross : Did she get off the plane? Did she get off the plane?
Rachel: I got off the plane.

Ross: Look, look, there’s got to be a way we can work past this. Okay, (takes a hold of one of her arms.) I can’t imagine, I can’t imagine my life without you. (Both of them are starting to cry.) Without, without these arms, and your face, and this heart. Your good heart Rach, (drops to his knees and hugs her around her waist) and, and....
Rachel: (crying) No. I can’t, you’re a totally different person to me now. I used to think of you as somebody that would never, ever hurt me, ever. God, and now I just can’t stop picturing with her, I can’t, (Ross stands up and backs away) it doesn’t matter what you say, or what you do, Ross. It’s just changed, everything. Forever.
Ross: Yeah, but this can’t be it, I mean
Rachel: Then how come it is?
(I actually cried during this scene)


Tariq and Laila: AAAAAAAAAH. Another perfect couple. A Thousand Splendid Suns is one of the best books I've ever read. Tariq Laila are too good to be true!

Tariq (holds a gun): I'll kill with it, for you Laila.

Phoebe!!

I wish I were Phoebe sometimes ^_^
My biggest problem would be chasing whiny cats.

Interview with Lord Voldemort

I knock on a door, which has a stone snake engraved on it, instead of a doorknob.
A cold voice says "Enter."
I bounce in.

Lord Voldemort (in disgust): What do you want?
Me (very cheerfully): Good evening sir! See I was looking through the papers, and as your name is scattered everywhere as you're so in vogue these days, I decided I wanted to become a Death Eater.
The Dark Lord narrows his eyes.
Lord Voldemort (silky voice): Is that so? What qualities do you possess, Muggle?
Me: Well um...if you give me a wand, you'll see. But otherwise..um
(TUT OF DISGUST)
Me (ploughing on): Well...I can write stories. Hey I can write novels about you you your Death Eaters and publish them in the Muggle World! They'll sell more than Agatha Christies. Don't you just see yourself in a book "Voldie's big comeback."
(Voldemort isn't too happy.)
Voldemort: That would remind me that my comeback failed. Fool. What else can you do?
Me: I have a pepper spray and I attended a self-defence class.
(Voldemort actually groans)
Me: That won't work against the unforgivable curses, I forgot.
Vodemort (raises his eyes to the heavens) : IT WONT WORK AGAINST ANY SPELL, NITWIT!
Me (highly affronted) : Dude, you're meaner in person. But I have a proposition for you.
Voldemort (wearily): Really, what may that be?
Me: See, I don't want to kill anyone. Can I just sit and be the local photographer? And I'm a big fan of yours, by the way. Really big fan. I've read all about you, and I've always been the first to know about the murders you've committed. *blush* I can take notes for your meetings.
Voldemort: This is a very...um high profile job. You need to do what I say, which means...killing. So if you don't want to kill, you won't be accepted as a Death Eater. You may have to leave or die.
Me: Now that's just blatant dictatorship and corruption!
Voldemort (exasperated) : Now thats how it works here!
Me (heartbreaking sob) : You've dashed all my hopes and dreams.
Voldemort (rather tired) : Very well. You can be my cook. Wormtail died, I need a new one.
Me: YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!! (Voldemort closes his ears and almost starts crying)
Me: I can make chicken biryani.
(Voldemort disapparates)
I'm still unemployed.

The Narnia I see :)

Phoebe and I embarked on a journey.
Or rather Phoebe didn't know it was a journey, she just needed to stretch her legs.
And I found these in GK. GK a place which is bang in the middle of the main road.
I guess sometimes you just have to look beyond what you see :D