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Name: Aditi
Country: India
Metro: Mumbai
Birthday: 5/15/1987
Gender: Female


Interests: Films, Literature, Music, Poetry, Dance etc etc... Also large interest in tall men that can write poetry...also tall men that can play the guitar...and tall men with an IQ above 150...and tall men that major in physics...and no I'm not tall! :(
Expertise: Inane ramblings...mindless banter...pitiful jokes...ah well nothing to be proud of!
Occupation: Student


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MSN: adz_aesthete@hotmail.com


Member Since: 3/24/2005

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Monday, March 27, 2006

Currently Reading
Gitanjali : A Collection of Indian Poems by the Nobel Laureate
By Rabindranath Tagore
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one day i will wake up and see my dreams scattered in a field of yellow butterflies and velvet buttercups    my fingers entangled in a thicket of your dandelion stalks dancing gracefully in the wind carelessly kissing your forehead    and i will retract them and trace my index finger down to your eyelashes and wipe away the dewdrop delicately poised upon the end of a long curved strand attempting to touch your skin before i can    i will bring my face closer to yours    so close i will feel it live through you    and i will gently blow away the golden specks of sun glittering upon your face    then ever so slightly the tips of my fingers will graze upon you detailing all your contours    and i will butterfly-kiss you    and smile    because you are mine and i will not share you
i will rest my head upon your chest and listen to the metronome of your heart in sync with the gentle rhythm of your breathing    and when the stray breeze creates ripples in your white muslin shirt i will hear the sea birds singing upon a clear horizon    the only audience to the music you orchestrate    a sublime legato stringing together beats and notes into a soaring symphony    and i will hum until i resonate with your body and your world    and when i see you stir i will hold my lips against your ear and whisper    pour myself in a single stream    crying screaming laughing    because you are mine and i will not share you
i will soak you in    your flavour    of old crisp yellow pages and wet ink and fire and musk and wood and dust and graphite and longings and passions    and when you open your eyes i will raise my head and look at you shift just slightly so as to accomodate my body against yours    marvelling at how beautifully we fit    and i will see your dreams flitting by on little white wings    and i will reach out and grab a few    so i will always have a reason to dance    you and me at the edge of the world    except when you snap your fingers and the world vanishes    magic    only you and me    and your hands touching me so I know my body is real    for the first time    feel it and love it    and know in finality    i am born    and breathe    because you are mine and i don't have to share you