'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.'
-Rhett Butler

[Gone With the Wind]

"Mother! Watch me take this one!"
-Bonnie

[Gone With the Wind]

Now he disliked talking business with her as much as he had enjoyed it before they were married. Then he had thought it all beyond her mental grasp and it had been pleasant to explain things to her. Now he saw that she understood entirely too well and he felt the usual masculine indignation at the duplicity of women. Added to it was the usual masculine disillusionment in discovering that a woman has a brain.

[Gone With the Wind]

Love

Love.
What, but the promise of forever?
What, but to live and die together?

What, but the flutter of the floating heart?
The ardent longing in the seconds apart?

What, but to dream of him through the night?
To wake up every morning right by his side?

What, but the need to see him when you're blue?
To feel the warmth of his arms around you?

Love.
What, but to be together, forever and always?
Love.
What, but him?

A thousand words from the lips may flow,
a thousand reasons it happens so..
But a gentle brush of the smiling lips
against the tender cheeks aglow?
Yes, a picture's worth a thousand words,
but a kiss, worth a thousand of those.

Women knew that a land where men were contented, uncontrolled, uncontradicted and safe in possession of unpunctured vanity was likely to be a very pleasant place for women to live.

[Gone With the Wind]

She lay in the silvery shadows with courage rising and made the plans that a sixteen-year-old makes when life has been so pleasant that defeat is an impossibility and a pretty dress and a clear complexion are weapons to vanquish fate.

[Gone with the wind]

"That is the case with us all, papa. One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other."
- Emma Woodhouse

[Emma]

Bhor

They said,

Pick out the one with the largest heart,

The one who’s the most important part

of your life, who can take your breath away

every time you steal a glance his way.

Who can make you laugh, who will let you cry,

who can cheer you up with his twinkling eyes.

Indeed a gem, he who walks with you

through good and bad, who loves you through

the ups and downs of life, no matter

how often you may encounter the latter.

Pick an honest soul, pick a noble friend,

pick the one you’ll be with till the end.

They said,

Pick out the one who’s the sun to your bhor.

And I, picked you.

I have finally understood something Shiva had told me once. The opposite of love is not hate. Hate is just love gone bad. The actual opposite of love is apathy."
-Veer Bhadra

[The Secret of the Nagas]

Nemesis

By Shweta Das, one of my awesomest friends.  This is the picture that inspired the poem. :)

From the depths of the waters divine, she rose; all the pain from my bosom she took unto her own

Wind flirting with her veil, and in its mischief, her form be revealed

The eyes, pools of deep meaning; smile, a captive song

A picture is worth a thousand words, an artist’s paradise was she

Golden tresses a ballad to he who races even her heart, a right god must be

Blue eyes like drops off her abode, windows into a soul purer than pure; blood rushing to her cheeks as does spring into the resting buds

Delicate fingers pirouetting into her hair; a shy smile flickering on her lips, deceptive, inviting unto a sweet end

For behind that holding gaze, danced a fire; a fire to do the done, a fire to give the given; a burning desire to make it known, he was all but forgiven

What thought he, to play with her heart, to woo her and leave her to bleed? What thought he to take away from her the pleasants and unpleasants of life?

He had not the right to see no more, to smell, to taste, hear no more, he had not the right to breathe another

Her life, he had taken; with life, would he pay

And so she turned towards me, piercing glare in place; and all at once, the pain gushed back, the lights went out, dark thoughts engulfed my mind

The voice of Ate resounded, the war horn was blown

A thunder, bright white, and a smashing of spirits; my form, though mine to touch and feel, was mine to guide no more

I moved forth, purposefully, yet with no control; a maniacal smile, a gleam in the eye, yet mind protesting

He saw me, greeted me, a brotherhood shared

But advancing, even as my core cried out, mine ruthless hand drove the gleaming silver into his heart

His eyes, at once vacant mirrors; outstretched greeting suspended, now and for ever

And somewhere from within, a mad laughter, unthinking joy; then the same thunder, bright flash, and darkness forevermore