ruffledheart

I had always been Jane Austen's fan; in a way of always pouring my most generous admiration to her writings. Since I was young, (not that I'm aging now), I had always dreamed of being her most fascinating, romantic creature that she would infuse in her writings carrying the whole sequence with utmost passion. To be precise, as her most loved romantic heroines of her handsome, affluent, upscaled royal Bachelors! And then I was to be wide awake, having My Real Man(no way out of my dreams) sleeping next to me. Looking at him, at times I feel I am a Misfit in his life. Cheers  to him too, for being the same to me. I believe in Destiny! And above it, I believe there is HE who has bound us, two completely different freaks together to end up smile at each other's moronic ways(his are much higher) no matter how the beginning was, it's all well that runs well.. Astounding at the midst of the fact, that there is nothing that we come on a same plane for, except that We made a...

Fatigued Devastated And much more from quite a lengthy span Longing a bit for getting understood the way I am I am not that bad, I am depicted to you. Hope they get their head clear too. Had I been taught to yell back It had all been on a worse track. Glad to have "them" teaching me good Or, nothing but our life was ruined. Hope the sun be bright on my side And be able to unveil the grey hide

I am, Me.. just Me With my own values, perceptions, ideals None should  regard me as an hollow idol. My strength touches zenith's bosom My heart stays silent and blossom. The blossoming is prevented by your venin talks Want to live my way, with no hawks. Stop juxtaposing me with others "They" can't even stand me,, -  I have enigmatic feathers

'Tis not Royalty anyway.... The way, these hypocrites' mind sway over  the values that they say aloud And gather the cheesy crowd. to lend their ears to these snobbish "men" Hearing fake lions roaring out of their "den". They ain't my master to overview If I get on being bossy, can get them sue. Stop ye! Poking into my life and stay away never would ye know, when the MASTER could make you Grey

May the sun of love always shine, May the hand you hold is always mine, May I live in your arms concealed, May the prior and followed pangs get healed. .

It does depend on you ,if you take the ecstasy of love to its Triumphant or take hate to its extreme level..

Being an agonist is a bit tough and tiring.. when you're forced to present yourself happy and smiling.. None would get to know about the pangs that you deal on.. None would go for a praise to heal on.. You would have to tread the Path all alone..  Till, by him you see a bright light shown..