Skip to main content

Until I Met You

I was just a little girl 
Going around the world 
In two ponytails and pink shoes 
No worries, no woes 
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl
Going around the world 
Singing my own songs 
And dancing to my own tunes 
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl 
Going around the world
Sand in my feet, wind in my hair 
And not a single care
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl
Going around the world 
Crossing rivers and climbing mountains 
Unaware of the hurt that pains 
Until I met you, 

I was just a little girl
Going around the world 
Plucking flowers from the garden of life 
Eating the fruit that wasn't really ripe 
Until I met you,




I was just a little girl
Going around the world 
Trying to understand it 
Playing games that didn't involve the heart 
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl 
Going around the world 
With imaginary friends who are now gone
Collecting roses sans the thorns 
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl 
Going around the world 
Looking for love and thunder 
See my eyes sparkle with wonder 
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl 
Going around the world 
When I finally met you 
Understood things that adults talk about
Heartbreak could hurt 
And love could heal 
Among other things one couldn't feel,

I was no more just a little girl 
Going around the world 
That bled crimson and dry
But If you ask me why I cry
It's because I had met you. 


Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Better Single than Sorry

Walking down the aisles at Archie's gallery, gazing at various love objects such as Teddy Bears, Cupid idols, Love birds, Together forever frames, and other love-related shit; I finally ended up picking a Happy Anniversary greeting card for my parents. If this is not the torment of Valentine's day, then I don't know what is. No, the torment isn't buying an Anniversary card, it's the struggle to find general greetings amidst this store full of red hearts and love quotes that describes a world where love is measured by objects and not emotions.  If you choose 14th February to confess your feelings, that's not falling love, it's fooling in love. With due respect to Saint Valentine and Cupid, this day has become overhyped, overrated and over celebrated. How can you decide to pamper your loved one only on one day of the year and bestow all the love (pocket money) upon them?  Expensive gifts and flowers only provide the sellers with one week of good business and t
5 comments
Read more

Things We Do When We Hate Someone

We have all been mad at someone or the other for some reason or the other but does that put an end to our love for them? Do we stop feeling the same for them? The answer is relative to the reason for which you’re mad at them. IF it is something that can be fixed, then the answer is NO, but surely when the damage done is irreparable, let’s take YES as the answer. People change, feelings change. Nobody can guarantee same behaviour throughout the course of a relationship. This is one solid ground for relationships falling apart. They say, "The opposite of love isn't hate. It is indifference." I am a true believer of these words but then again, sometimes, the next level indifference is called hate, or so I like to think. It's like they cease to exist for me, hence their role in my life becomes zero.   If I were to define hatred, it would be "absence of love”. It is a long ride to go from being mad at someone to hate them but there’s no looking back when you de
2 comments
Read more

Are you ready to fly?

There is nothing that excites me and amazes me more than airplanes. The sole possibility of travelling back and forth in time, defying all perceptions of time travel. There is also nothing that makes me cringe more than being on an airplane. It makes me sick to the stomach, sends shivers down my spine, and renders me helpless, all at the same time. There is a reason why people send texts and make calls before take-off and after landing. No matter how advanced air travel becomes, no matter how many thousands of dollars you spend on that luxury first-class suite just so you can feel at home at 40,000 ft in the air, the fear is inherent. I am no frequent traveller, I am no member of the mile-high club, I am just a young girl who sees airplanes as nothing but a means of transport and occasionally a means of thrill. Having taken a few different flights to and from a few different destinations in the world, what has remained unchanged is my praying before each take-off and after e
1 comment
Read more