10 Things I Hate About You

This beautiful, beautiful poem.
Also, Heath Ledger. ❤

Ad infinitum

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme

I hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry

I hate the way you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

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Live Inspired.

You will one day experience joy that matches this pain. You will cry euphoric tears at the Beach Boys, you will stare down at a baby’s face as she lies asleep in your lap, you will make great friends, you will eat delicious foods you haven’t tried yet, you will be able to look at a view from a high place and not assess the likelihood of dying from falling. There are books you haven’t read yet that will enrich you, films you will watch while eating extra-large buckets of popcorn, and you will dance and laugh and have sex and go for runs by the river and have late-night conversations and laugh until it hurts. Life is waiting for you. You might be stuck here for a while, but the world isn’t going anywhere. Hang on in there if you can. Life is always worth it.

Dream Thief

It’s the windows down,

on a long bus ride.

It’s a four-poster bed

with French windows, and,

the beauty of a sunrise.

It’s the freckles on your cheeks,

the morning in your eyes.

It’s the moment, when,

a dream isn’t a dream anymore

and you’re free to fly…

It’s all things sorted in black and white:

The light of my life.

The dark of the lonely night.

It’s a collective memory;

the story in a dream

in it’s divine glory –

Little drops of heaven and chivalry.

Copyright, Snehal Rawal 2015.

Desserted!

Chocolate Mousse

250 gm Dark Chocolate

125 gm Bakery Cream

100 gm Whipped Cream

2 Eggs, separated

25 gm Castor Sugar

30 ml Old Monk

15 gm Black Coffee

Melt chocolate with bakery cream. Raise egg yolk in double boiler and mix sugar. When properly blended, keep aside. Add Old Monk and coffee to it. And then gradually add whipped cream. Whip egg white till stiff and mix it slowly with the help of a rubber spatula. Keep it in the refrigerator to chill overnight.

Serves two, but one on a personal level. 😉

Copyright, SnehalRawal 2015.

Serendipity

She was all about sun shine and rainbows,

 While I was about dark clouds and grey skies.

She was every possibility,

 While I was the failure, the lies.

 I… was someone else’s story.

She was laughter and happiness,

 While I was love purgatory.

She wanted dresses and boots;

And to catch her dreams

Like raindrops in a dew.

And I still wanted London.

 And New York.

 And maybe Canada for a year or two.

Copyright, Snehal Rawal 2015.

My One Wish

I wait for life to get better, because you told me so.

I watch them with their masks on. Each mask different from the other – cynicism,dishonesty, excessive criticism, hypocrisy, pretence and cheap praise. I recognise when they lie or want to manipulate. I watch quietly as friends who I once trusted, turn into foes. I tolerate their behaviour and keep moving forward.

 I keep moving, because you told me so.

For the very same reason, I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. I witness something violent, but feel helpless. I hate conflict and comparisons. As I keep moving forward, certain that you are hiding just round the corner, I get kicked back with full force. I brush off the dust, because I recall that you warned me about this. I am in terrible pain, but I believe you with all my faith. Loyalty, stronger than blood.

I keep moving forward because you told me so.

You tell me that people are capable of doing what they dream of. But my life hardly seems to improve, get better. I am left with nothing but my dreams. They have been with me, from the beginning of me. I feel like a prisoner of my personal history. I drink down my sorrows and let it go. My life is going to end before it even starts.

And, now you tell me. After all these years. Now you tell me, I don’t have to?

#Epiphany.

Copyright, SnehalRawal.