Posted in RoMa Chronicles

Love Bits-6

Clouds of love showering down and you rope me in with your wicked smirk.
First winter, you and I. Dancing on the roof with music so loud. Kicking off my shoes and you ask me if I am Mad. Mad for you, mad in love I say.

Twilight comes in with a greyish haze. Cold and dry, yet the glow in your gaze. Fire in the fireplace..my hair, you play…for your touch, I sway.

Because when all this is gone…memories are all that is left. With silver in my hair and a crack in your spine. Toothless and saggy..the cold and frail hands…It will be will only be memories that hold.

 

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There is a deep and cosmological connection between my birth, my parent's decision to name me what they did, my profession and my education. This brings me to the conclusion that fate is predetermined and like in Hindu mythology, is written by Brahma when someone is born. Example: My name is unique. I did my grads in Psychology. I then did my masters in HR (offshoot of following all the psychos). I then did the ultimate decision of joining an MNC in ............. beat it, BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT. So, I have the concept 'MAD' in my name, my education, my choice of career and all the milestone decisions of my life. Now, is it predetermined or what ? :-D

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