Love me for when I'm here

Don't let me lose you,
I wonder what you'll do,
When you turn to your side,
And theres no one to abide.

Love me for when I'm here,
Just so close, just so near,
Love me in the moment,
I'm not here to be lent.
Love me for when I'm here,
Because its my only fear,
That when I'm gone,
I don't want to see you torn.

Pause that life, say stop.
Think again and put me on top,
I'm missing some loving I want,
Look at me and free me from daunt.

I'm scared for you darling,
The big bad world, can only sting,
And when you look out,
I don't want to ever see you in doubt.

Pause that life, say stop.
Think again and put me on top,
I'm missing some love I want,
Look at me and free me from daunt.

Its love now, or love never,
Instincts force me to stay forever,
Its true that I miss your smile,
Neither have I seen mine in a while.

Pause that life, say stop.
Think again and put me on top,
I'm missing some loving I want,
Look at me and free me from daunt.

Love me for when I'm here,
Just so close, just so near,
Love me in the moment,
I'm not here to be lent.
Love me for when I'm here,
Because its my only fear,
That when I'm gone,
I don't want to see you torn.

Unlock my smile,
Don't take a while,
Get here on time fast enough,
Smoothen me out, relieve the rough.

Pause that life, say stop.
Think again and put me on top,
I'm missing some loving I want,
Look at me and free me from daunt.

Murder on the mirror

In the wee hours of dawn,
Was her last glance of morn,
After a passionate night,
She dreaded the light.

The unshaken night, to her own disposal,
The air so dead, the air so dull,
Hand cuffed by sleep,
The darkness gave her license to creep.

Alas, I woke,
Before being completely blood-broke,
The beginning of the end to the bitter sweet involvement,
From the bed to the mirror, that’s how she went.
Bitter to me, sweet for her,
Taking over my body with complete lure.

Soft steps on the biting floor,
My spine felt a shiver before reaching the door.
A mouth wide open, and dreary eyes,
Scarlet fears didn't show as lies.

My eye met eye,
As she settled from her high.
Despite the all-nighter,
She was quite a fighter.

Hovering over my reflection,
With a superfluous sense of affection,
My blink didn't pass her,
In her case- Danger.

Gullible buzz trying for the mirror,
Insensitive to a murderer.
Before those wings could flap,
The me I saw got a slap.
In matter of minutes,
She was reduced to bits.

Scarring me in the dark,
Couldn't trespass as a lark,
Sunrise on my side,
Out in the open, nothing to hide.
She against me,
No referee,
I played her prey and she played mine,
Unaware of her predator in for crime.

Murder early morn,
And a million more born,
That’s the end of her tale,
With no funeral to hail.

Take that sweater off boy!

This winter, our beautiful city of Bangalore is reminiscent of the frost of the 80's. "Brr.. its been touching 15° C in the day!" I'm the biggest fan of the cold, but I hate to tell all the double-sweater-frenzy-freaks out there, that 15° C doesn't classify as "Brr.. Cold weather".

Okay, if you think I'm some thick skinned girl out there who isn't affected by the Nor'easter, you're getting it wrong. All I'm trying to say is that this ain't no London City. 15° C is here for us to enjoy, embrace and enthrall with. Not to double up on our second skin. Er, not to strip down either. Well girls, you get concession here for another extra layer. Just one more. And boys,

I'm a chauvinist - sue me if you will - but I'm not supporting you on this one.

15° C is not cold enough for a boy to layer up. If you're really feeling that cold, what are we here for? Cuddles don't do harm, they just warm (This applies only for hot boys). And yeah, I know that sweaters look very hot on you boys and all that, but save them for a rainy day or maybe just follow the 5 point rule to sweaters.

Boys should wear sweaters only under these circumstances. So read on and register it.

1) If he's sick - I have a heart, the cold could really make you feel miserable, and besides, sniffing down my throat and mucus up your nose ain't much of a turn on, so rid that sickness outta here right now. You're fever can't get hotter than 105° C, that's too cold or an established 'hot', so sport that jacket on till then.

2) If he's only skin and bones - Your emaciated frame doesn't look hot when I can count the ribs down your m'riff. The sweater/jacket is only going to add some bulk and you desperately need to keep yourself from looking undernourished. Fat boys, you've got a natural sweater to keep you warm- blessed adipose.

3) If he's gay - It's just more acceptable. If he can hold hands with another guy and pass that off, sweaters can't fight that. Besides, a girl wouldn't part with her sweater if he asked for it.

4) If he's sad - If you've just gotten yourself dumped, or sad about something, you could just tell the world with that sweater of yours. When the heart's broken, the chill hits on it more. Its single. Get it? :P *sue me for bad jokes* And boys don't cry, they just wear jackets.

Also see; 3)

5) And of course, the sole purpose of a sweater - if its -30° C outside. My heart would need a sweater if I didn't let go on this one.

Well, you could disagree to agree with me and hate me for being chauvinist, but if the male race out there want to really prove their superiority, here's your chance. Be a man.