To those days when pictures were taken for memories and not for facebook profiles...

Beauty and brains.

I met this "older woman" (she likes to be called one) who I knew since quite a while but there was this side of hers which I got introduced to lately.

Came again the late night love songs days, trying to find endless meanings and connections to them and honestly this is the first time I can see myself falling for someone who was completely out of the league. She has beauty and brains and not to forget shes older to me yet again a natural age disparity which cannot be helped but some how I never saw it as a hitch to tell her how I feel about her.

There was so much I wanted her to know but she said she couldn’t do it on texts and so couldn’t I.
Before things get muddled she replied in a downbeat which was the boss’s final word !

The next crisis was that I had never be rejected and this one came too rigid on me.

There was no way I could reach her echelon and with this final thought I decided to forget. We had no future.. and from personal experience she didn’t want me to get hurt which I understood or maybe I didn’t..
“tere pyaar ki toh pungii baj gayi hai” said a close friend of mine.. they are all equally shocked to see me in this shape cause they’ve never seen me taking life this sincerely. But this wasn't love, I was attracted to her personality, her taste of music and her work.

I’m sure you’ve heard this story of a man cribbing about not being able to walk properly till God shows him someone who didn’t have legs atall.
Analogously one of my good friend told me his love story which completely distorted my depressive state .. I promised not to share it with anyone.
But again I thought these chattels and talks don’t match her stratum and yet again its pointless thinking of a future with her.
But for her endearing beauty and cerebral brain this is what I found …

Have you ever wished,
you were in her genes?
Pretty as a picture,
but not what she seems.

Have you ever wished,
you could be that smart?
Ideas overflowing,
with no place to park.

Trying to perfect,
every little part.
Always fighting aging,
hoping for a new start.

Off into trivia,
puzzles and games.
Pushing the formula,
to ever higher gains.

Attracting attention,
with every move.
Using sexual tension,
to a higher groove.

Withdrawing from others,
into your shell.
Perfecting the implements,
for your own kind of hell.

Natural selection,
got you this far.
Store-bought selection,
raises the bar.

No one understands,
who you really are.
Looking for love,
that's always too far.

Because you're a star,
of your own making.
A star so misunderstood,
my heart is breaking.
- Ronald W. Hull

The song thats lately been on my mind..