When the curtains of my dreams are drawn by the sunrise,

A smile on my face, your namesake lies.

In the vein of the initial rays of the golden orb,

Your thought makes my countenance shine and warm.

The sky blushes to a scarlet arresting,

Every immediate, to a lovelier it’s correcting.

My imagination of you ushers me into the same way,

Makes me redden just like the juvenile day.

As the day mellows and becomes erudite,

With my heart, my will picks up a fight.

Former wants to run away to a dwelling,

Where your arms are what make the railing.

Customs command thorny patience,

They say that is what sweetens the essence.

Of the day’s last few hours,

Shining above me, silver sparkling stars.

Silver as true, a tear from my eye,

Heartbreaking as the cold wind, leaves out a sigh.

Belonging to the same day, lovers we are two,

Our love, no qualm, belongs to true.

Obstacles and bars to a rainbow yet to be,

God be with us, together we will see.

I walk on to stage with my knees shaking a bit. I look as neat as a pin and I have revised my speech a dozen times already. In a second, I reach the microphone. I stand behind it and look at the auditorium crammed with students in white. A group of girls point at me and laugh, a troop of boys seem to be more interested in that new girl in her miniskirt and my friends? Well, my friends are grinning at me giving me thumbs up for good luck and my also the ‘rock on’ sign to encourage me. The jury is sitting right in front looking as grim as Hangman himself. A few teachers are beaming as they are sure I would make it to the top. Most of the lot in the auditorium is waiting for a mistake, few have very high expectations, and a few discouragingly don’t care a shit. I open my mouth to say Good morning and all that comes out is a croak. Suddenly, my eyes swell up with tears and I can see nothing. A tear falls down my cheek, the whole auditorium is full of reckless laughter. I rush out of stage only to sit in a corner and cry…

This is the darn thought which comes to me each time I think of tomorrow. I have a speech to deliver on stage tomorrow, and I’m scared out of my wits. All eyes would be on me and I HATE BEING THE CENTRE OF ATTRACTION! I would be on the stage for full 2mins 35 seconds! Is that scary or what? Well, when I am speaking in front of the mirror, I feel like a star. My voice sounds so inspiring and so… plain awesome. Why can’t I be so confident on stage? Or maybe I will be. Chances are few. Oh God! Why can’t I have a Fairy Godmother who helps me through this? Oh well, maybe Fairy Godmothers just breathe in good old fairytales. Sigh.

And yeah! Whoever ever said “Opposites attract,” he must have had the coolest brains ever. Here I am peeing in my pants (Not literally, people!) and my guy who is participating in an elocution tomorrow doesn’t even have a clue about the topic and yet, he is a cool cat. That guy confuses me and the more he does that, the more I fall for him. **blushes**

Whatever. :P

So basically, I’m off to rehearse the damn thing over again. Toodles!

“Good morning to one and all! Today I…”

In life, you come across all kinds of people and you maintain different relationships with one and all- sometimes the relationships get complicated. You don't know what that person actually means to you. Take for instance, I had a very close friend a few years back, we had a fight OVER A DARNED GUY, then patched up again, fought, patched up, fought, patched up, and finally she blocked me off her Facebook. Tragic, eh? Yeah, it hurt. A bit. No, a bit more than that, but I grew out of it.
We started ignoring each other real bad. Each time I saw her, I got mixed up about my feelings. I missed her, yet I resented her. I wanted her back in my life yet I didn't want to see her face ever.
It was bad. Trust me.
...Till yesterday.
I opened my Facebook account to check the latest, and I saw her on my friendlist. Once again, a muddle of emotions. Therefore, I sent her a message which was also an assortment of all my emotions- I asked her if she was going to block me off this account too. Yes, I was scared that she'd probably ACTUALLY block me, there was also some kind of hope where I thought that maybe.. just maybe everything would become back to normal.
Fortunately, she didn't screw me up again, she just wanted to start fresh, and I am very satisfied with that.
Now, what were we those few months where I cared for her yet hated her? Were we friends? Rivals? Were we immature teenage friends fighting over nothing or did the hatred actually mean something? I don't know. Maybe it really didn't mean a thing.
But I've learnt a lesson, next time, I feel something genuine for someone, no matter how much I have to lower down my gigantic ego, I will let them know.
The Queen of Blah will also bow down to her people, once in a while.

Queen of Blah signing off yet again. :)

Ever had that grand moment of realization? It can be a moment full of emotions- all sorts of emotions. For me it was an ‘OH SHIT! I need to do this too!’ emotion. Going to one of my bestie’s place and reading her sister’s beyond awesome blog, I realized how much fun it can be writing one. Also, me, a person who is tagged to be ‘super jasbaati,’ it helps to pen down… Oops! Keyboard down stuff I feel. So, basically, if you want to know what this blog’s all about, sadly, I don’t know myself. I just type whatever comes to my WATERMELON sized brain. LOL. Yes, I’m self obsessed. But, a bit of self obsession can be healthy, right?

Anyway, you’ll basically find articles, poems, bullshit here. You might even find it a bore; but well, I can’t help that, can I? But if you want me to know something about my horse-potty, then feel free to hit the comment link; and if you like my stuff, feel free-er to follow it.

So now I’m signing off but only to be back again.

The Queen of Blah.