December

Eyes like december
Fascinate me yet;
Eyes that can't remember
What I cannot forget.

Hands like december
Cool my fevered brow,
Kill this passion's ember
Forever here and now.

Lips like december,
Frozen and forbidden.
Whispers cut and withered,
In death's silence hidden.

Flesh like december,
Once bright and warm,
Now a languid cinder,
Lifeless evermore.

Heart like december;
Blood of bitter snow
And I the sick pretender
Unable to let go.




the poem is not mine and right now i forget whose, but definitely found it on an FtM website

somebody got married yesterday,
somebody got to give him up.
i am writing this for writing sake and i obviously dont care.

I See You Baby

“It is not that I don’t like men, cos I doooo…….”

But men don’t like me anymore cos they have found me out.
Men, straight men know that sometimes I am staring at their naked body and not really admiring it but fervently wishing it was my body.
I like certain body parts (male) so much more than other women friends of mine and I always wondered why! Now I know. I am wishing I had it. A bad case of envy and I feel sick (kind of) to say (or in this case write) it aloud but aaaaaaagh! There it’s out.
I am generally trying to out-guy a man and can totally understand why that might be repulsive.

Just for a friend of mine:
I am not confused really. "She knows she is a bisexual; she cut off her lovely hair and dresses like a man now, confusion is all that she has."
I of course dint cut my hair cos I am bi, that’s just silly but in a way to not look too feminine and get rid of the pressure to look nice. And have I not almost always dressed guyish. This had nothing to do with sexuality but all with gender. You being ultra feminine and sooooo straight might not understand that. And that’s ok really. So chill.

to a lil m....

LET'S CUDDLE.

let's look at it this way!!!! yummmm.

silver stuff

It was my parent’s 25th anniversary yesterday. 25 years! So my sister, grand mom and I planned this whole surprise dinner where some 20 friends of my parents turn up when we had been telling my mom that we were too busy in studies (right!!) to do anything of that sort. My sis and I gave them a glass photo frame with their wedding pic and little cut-outs of my sis and me.
Everybody turned up on time and all was fine. Except that the kids table had to be managed by me and thus I was constantly looking at menu and asking kids and grandparents what they want to eat. Was wearing my now famous pink saree, and was looking like a woman, after a fashion. And the smart-aleck captain (or whoever takes orders for the food) tried acting smart-alecky, so we laughed at his face. Dad gave mom diamond earring and chain-pendant. Mom gave dad gold-pearl ring. I think mom is happy about the fact that we planned so much (there were people she never thought we would remember calling) and I am so glad she is happy.