Just remember I can be strong and tender..just remember and beware….I know the way to break your heart, the way to tell a lie like you do, and yes I know the way to make you cry, the way to give you guts, like you do.. I could do what you do!(Chrysalis)
Scene : smile of a BIATCH!
Tonight I am going to London, adoring Big Ben, walking on the side of Thames and feel the cold of ancient stones of London’s old building. Smell the Marks and Spencer. London is far too cold.. so I whisper “I love London, but this not my path”
Last night I went to America, staring on the Liberty Statue, drunk on lots of Budweisser, enjoy the city light from the above of Empire State and end it with breakfast at Tiffany’s … so I whisper “I Love America, but this ain’t my path”
The day after tomorrow I will close my eyes in Japan, under the Cherry Blossom trees, get carried away by the story of the way a Shogun will fight and a teardrop of a Geisha’s eyes. The Fujiyama is there while I taste all variant of Shusi.. so I whisper before the dawn is raise 私は日本を愛します、しかしこれは私の道ではありません
The next day I will be in Italy, lost in the beauty of Tuscany while the heavy voice singing Cieli di Toscana, on the city of Verona, my mind is stuck on the melodramatic love story Rome and Juliet. The smell of basil on my plate of Spaghetti, the delicate rose red wine while my heart is touched by warm of Italian sun…so I whisper before the dawn is raise “Io amo ITALIA, ma questo non è mia strada”
Tomorrow I will cradled in the twin mountain range of Nar and Narayan, the holiest of the four main shrines, I can’t take my eyes off Taj Mahal thinking how Shah Jahan was grieving for his beloved Mumtaz Mahal..taste the Chicken Tikka Masala, the spicy sauce melted on my mouth, delicious with Diwalee outside my window, candles float through Gangga river… so I whisper before the dawn is raise.. “Apko Bharat kaisa lag raha hai, but this is not my path”
Last two days, I went to Denmark.. not as lonely as the mermaid in Copenhagen, Tivoli Garden brought my mind to unreality, the scents of Shakespeare’s Hamlet made me drawn in a Kronborg Castle, Carlsberg, Tuborg, Jacobsen’s special brews freshly drop in my mouth..the night still long, but I whisper before the dawn is raise “Jeg elsker danske, men det er ikke min vej”
Today I stays in my room the whole day, all by myself, thinking how scary my life is.. jump from one to another dimension, here and there and I look at the ticking’s clock..my time’s almost up, queen of the damn, where’s my path?
Where’s a place to lean my head off? God please forgive me.. stop this journey coz I just want to wake up at the right side of the bed, with a right smile.
***dedicated to my dearest Drama Queen***
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