Love is in the air

There is a good way to start the day. Listen to some beautiful music. I was listening to some great lyrics, yeah, all yester-year music had great lyrics...I decided to spread this beautiful poetry around. This is one of my faves, by Kenny rogers. I never liked Kenny's white beard, that's why I didn't marry him (Hee,hee, even my husband sports a beard, but I told him otherwise, that I fell in love with him when he was with his beard, so he better not shave it off) I can be sucha pain...just kidding, actually he looks better with his beard that's why to keep up my-attraction-to-him-quotient high as ever, I asked him not to.

And you decorated my heart(Watch it here)

Kenny Rogers

All my life was a paper

Once plain pure and white

Till you moved with your pen

Changing moods now and then

Till the balance was right

And then you added some music

Every note was in place

And anybody could see

All the changes in me

By the look on my face

Chorus:

And you decorated my life

Created a world

Where dreams are a part of my heart

And you decorated my life

By painting your love

All over my heart

You decorated my life

Like a rhyme with no reason

And an unfinished song

There was no harmony

Life meant nothing to me

Until you came along

And you brought out the colors

What a gentle surprise

Now I’m able to see

All the things life can be

Shining soft in your eyes

Repeat Chorus

Ahem...how many girls are floored, lemme count. I know that a smart guy will use these lyrics, like present this album to the girl whom he wants to floor...women are such emotional fools.

Nothing Compares to you

I love this one by Sinead O'Connor, not only because she looks rebellious with her bald head, but she sings her song full throttle with very less background score. Back in the times when she went bald, the music scenario was littered with glam/punk dolls who colored their hair in red/blue/pink/yellow. It was years later that Demi Moore opted to go bald in "G.I. Jane". I find it extremely brave for a woman or man with a head full of hair to go bald. It just reveals their confidence levels. I can name only a few who can feel and sing like her. It is an honest song which deals with love and relationships, and how we tend to count time apart in days/hours/minutes/secs when things go wrong in love.

Right here waiting for you...

Boy! This voice makes me go oh so w(hhh)eak in my knees. That is the power of music, of a voice, of love. I have always felt this song move me. I used to listen up to this song very late into the night over and again(yes, my insomniac blogger friends) thinking about love...and that slow, delicious heartache and waiting all combine into this melodious voice and poetry that there was a time in my life when I wanted to marry any guy who could sing or write like this...
But end of the day, we all know that he is probably a songwriter and singer making out a living with his song.



Close your eyes, let the music flow and allow the voice to lead your heart...and fall in love. I just fell in love with Richard Marx's voice yet another time just now.

An Ode- His lighting of a cigarette

His fingers curl inwards
Like a disturbed sea anemone
To shelter the orange glow
In his cupped palms.
-I remember his soft murmur
on my cheek.

The night blackens in the background
As his lighted cigarette triumphs.
He reclines soulfully
Little aware of the desire
He raked in me.

Those lips which once killed my defenses
Now aid him in breathing out opague fumes
He holds his cigarette lightly between fingers
And taps silkily at brief intervals
Each time he ends his paragraph of thought

On his hand is a cigarette
In my thoughts is him.
My gallant knight
does not carry a sword
does not wear an armour
He dons a soft heart and honest eyes
And a pack of lights
In a flip-top box.
Seperating a man from his love
Is like breaking a child's best toy.