Showing posts from May, 2013

Serial Review: The Joey-Phoebe Factor

When FRIENDS began in 1994, everyone assumed eventually the six of them would end up together. Well, the Ross-Rachael pair was the most predictable of the lot. In fact it was the one story line, done to death with. In all the ten seasons of FRIENDS, Ross and Rachael, kept hooking up and breaking up, to the point of having a child together (Emma), and finally they do end up together in the very last episode. Just like all the fans of FRIENDS had always wanted.

Chandler and Monica's love story was quite unpredictable. In of the earlier season, Chandler had suggested that if Monica remains unmarried even when she's forty, then he and she could get together and have a baby. Of course Monica being Monica asks, "Why would I be unmarried when I am forty?" In a certain twist of faith, during their trip to Europe, Monica and Chandler end up spending a night together. What they assume to be a "fun, one nightstand" actually becomes the start of a wonderful relationshi…

Poem: Confusion

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
I just freaking hate you.
And then you give me that crooked smile,
Ask me again and again, "Why do you say that?"
I feel like going and banging my head against the wall,
Wondering if watching me hurt myself,
If you ever spied my heart bleeding, you would realize
Why I keep up this constant refrain of saying "I hate you"
Because you've taken away my space, you've taken away that comfortable zone,
Where I could once tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me.
Now we speak to each other, and we laugh at each other.
We laugh with each other. Even now we share stories which were supposed to be buried,
Even now my heart skips a beat every time I see your name.
And I still wonder why you have to deny the truth which is staring back at your face.
I wonder why you save your own feelings by being so horrible to me...
You are so sweet to me, you almost drive me up the wall.
And loving you is like trying to be with som…

Poem: Answer...

I have a terrible habit,
Looking over my shoulders, and looking beyond
On rainy nights I curl up and escape from the weather,
Very thought of it made me run for cover...
Every night almost it rains now and
You cross my mind... I remember how you looked,
Over again I could go through the same things, just to be in this moment with you...
Umbrellas were long forgotten, and the rain....
The beautiful rain drenching me to the skin,
On the surface, I look cold and distant... But trust me,
Outer words and actions don't mean anything. (What I mean would know!)

Poem: Mixed Signals

Honestly, I am so tired now.
I am tried of the white lies that have
turned a shade darker now...
Tired of the sweet nothings, 
that now mean nothing. To both you and me.
Or perhaps just to you.
I am tired now, of going through the same old 
Tiring things, of the same twisted words,
the same actions. And being told yet again,
My mind was simply playing tricks on me.
And I am tired of you, coming to me whenever you want.
Making me feel special 
And leaving again, without so much as a goodbye.
Disbelieving was never in my dictionary,
but you are making me add new words now...
Skeptical, moody, weird and so many more.
Things which I always believed to be on the 
Other side of the door.
How can you make someone feel so good one day,
And kick them hard the next?
How is it possible to change your mind, 
In the blink of eye?
And tell me why,
Why would you come into someone's life, mess with their head,
the feelings, and almost take them to the point of believing,
This could be the start of something new...
Only to…

Poem: Happiness Found

I really don't know why I keep doing the same things over and over,
Again. Even when I am trying my best to change...
Maybe I was really built that way, and maybe I am a little strange.
Summer days don't last forever, and you never know when it will rain.
Once upon a time, the four words which actually begin a new tale,
Ready or not, you have to try new things, climb on new sails.
Restless days and then will come those rainy, starry nights
You wouldn't even be able to tell who actually started the fight!

Months will whiz by, and then multiply into years
Everyone would be slowly moving on with life,
Everyday would only bring new fears.
Today is the best bet you have, so please don't throw it away.
Maybe tomorrow would lead us both astray....
Ever though about it, in this way?