Sunday, May 25, 2008

I hate...

hate hate it when others take me for granted.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008


The name derives from Latin, meaning literally, the crab. The ruler of the fourth sign of the zodiac is the Moon, the Crab, its symbol. The glyph is often seen as representing the breasts, indicating the area of the body ruled by Cancer. This is also seen as two crab claws, intertwined in a way which represents the dual nature of the Cancerian personality.

Personal Traits:
The Cancerian character is the most perplexing of the signs. Cancerians can range from the timid, shy, dull and withdrawn to the brilliant, friendly and famous. Cancerians run the entire gamut of human emotion.

Cancerians possess strong paternal and maternal instincts. Fundamentally conservative and home-loving by nature, they appreciate the security of a home-base in which to retire when the stresses of life become too much to bear.

Cancerians have an unemotional demeanor, appearing uncompromising and obstinate. This is the facade they use to mask an insecure nature. Their intimates, however, may see a different character, one with sympathy and sensitivity to others.In their personal relationships they are a mixture of toughness and tenderness. Emotional, romantic and sentimental on one side, and tenaciously possessive and loyal on the other side. Even when they have affairs, their first loyalty is to their partner and family.

They are rather close minded and opinionated. They have a retentive memory, and rarely forgive slights and hurts. With a tendency toward chronic complaining, a Cancerian will never let you forget an error. They are driven by their emotional nature, and, in this respect, can be the best and the worst of friends. The overall nature of Cancerians is deeply emotional. Although private and reserved, they possess sensitivity and sympathy. Rarely will a Cancer stand on pretense. What appears to be a front is nothing more than a protective shell. Within this tough armor often resides an intuitively compassionate individual yearning for a deep exchange of love and understanding.

Positive Traits:
Cancerians are strongly influenced by childhood memories, and have a tendency to live in the past. Cancer is a tenacious, purposeful, energetic, shrewd and intuitive type. Sometimes wise, with a philosophical view on life. They are over-imaginative and prone to be a victim of fantasy. They have a flair for the dramatic, and may possess literary or artistic talent. They tend to absorb their environment and have a talent for mimicry.

Main positive traits: Nurturing, protective, traditional, sensitive, understanding, caring, intuitive, tenacious.

Negative Traits:
The Cancerian can be sulky, devious, moody, and inclined to self-pity. They respond foremost to the urges and dictates of their feelings. One of the interesting contradictions in their nature is that they are prone to a sense of personal inferiority on one hand, and on the other they believe their views, opinions and behavior to be impeccable, and beyond question or criticism. By nature, very giving and selfless, they need to be aware of falling into the role of martyr in certain situations.

Main negative traits: Self pity, moody, clinging, manipulative, overly-emotional, insecure.

Their abilities fit them for a range of careers. Always interested in what people are thinking, they have an intuitive sense that makes them good journalists, writers or politicians. They do well in the public sector, and may serve in anything from welfare and nursing to catering.

Their love of good living and comfort is personified in many excellent chefs and housekeepers. Cancer has a penchant for trade or business. Being superior organizers, with a sense of value and economics, they are often successful in industry. The Cancer's love of the past make some of them great history buffs, and others, astute antique and curio collectors. Other suitable vocations are real estate, and the service fields of gardening and caretaking. True to their native element, many Cancers are involved in marine activities.

Well, what more about myself? ;)

Thursday, May 15, 2008

The perfect end to it

He often told me that I think of rain too much. I know. I do. And I also told you how small a world is mine. Living in the desert of deserts on sunniest of days I still miss waking up to a rainy morning. Yet in every drop of water falling from the shower in my bathroom gives me goose bumps. I know this land of dry mornings and humid nights better than you. And I still wish. And I still long.

Remember I once told you, some thoughts to me are like dark clouds that hang around in the sky on the last days of monsoon August. And all what we could do is let go the clouds that were not meant to entertain. I meant thoughts you knew it. Didn’t you?

Well, I could never say because when I told you about how the raindrops would fall down to unite with the earth you switched into deep thinking. Wasn’t it as simple as that? Why do I sound complicated to you? And at times boring because you say you don’t understand such things. You take it on your side and I am left to think more.

Despite this you still crawl into my little world and ask for kisses. I smile to myself thinking of those moments, when you would speak loud till then, only to whisper in my ears ‘give me a kiss’. I let you go but. I would have sounded sillier if I did make you understand. And probably alien too. I wouldn’t want to repeat what I have already told you several times. ‘To me love is more important that kisses. Kisses are expression of deep love and not just lust.’

Standing by the window of my house on that rainy morning I looked out at you and waved you good-bye. I might never say this to you but I have kissed you a hundred times just as how I once whispered to you ‘I love you’.

You were lost looking at me and that’s when you forgot to listen to my heart.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Divine Lust

‘Touch me only with kisses’ he said

In middle of a familiar forest;
How I lost my way.
How I lost my self.
On the bed made of mushy green leaves
We made love that only the rain witnessed
Every one desired the one I loved
Between perspires I hid my tears
Tears of jealousy
Yet how beautiful I felt
Yet how heavenly!
For having imprisoned him
Within myself
On the banks of the cold river
We lied in darkness
I hid my doubts
For Yumana could be another Gopi
The breeze that monsoon had a musky fragrance
And the warmth of deep breathes
Only the flute remained silent
But the music still played
The symphony of love
The symphony of divine lust