wanna touch d sky....
wanna free fly....

wanna break all rules....
wanna go far 4m fools....

wanna throw all fear...
wanna have no place for tear....

wanna love my loved....
wanna sadness to be shoved...

wanna freak with frenzs...
wanna try all trends....

wanna live my life.....
coz u neva get twice.........

                                                                         --karuna .G

dream....

some where far alone he n me,

during d moonlite near to sea,

he was lookin at me, i was lookin at him,

plan of his was to say sumthing,

i was in a gown, he was in a suit,

buh 4 a while we both mute,

the moon was bright, stars twinkling at night,

we both near candlelite n d time 4 him 2 say sumthig was rite,

once 4 a while he closed his eyes taking a deep breath twice,

he held ma hand & proposed me ,

havin a daimond he was bendin on his knee,

i was blushin wit smile on lips n raised brow,

it was so romantic how can i can no,

i said yesss...I LOVE U TOO.....

u r 4 me n m 4 u,

he gave me ring, ma heart began 2 sing,

on ma waist he held his hand,

we began 2 dance stepping on sand........♥♥             

                                                                                -----karuna.gangurde♥

Barber To Beauty Parlor…..

I heard sumwer…Baby shoes to pencil heels, Vaseline to lip gloss, school bag to stylist purse n wat not things... Many things change in our as life as we grow up …..spc girls.. Likewise barber salon to beauty parlor…for me.

       I remember when I was kid ma father would take me to barber salon to chop ma hair, whenever he would noticed that ma hair fringes r disturbing me in ma studies falling on my eyes. Being a kid I was tom boy, I never liked skirts, forks wic ma other frenz would wear, I never liked 2 carry purse. I always wore short pants, boy cut n all boyish stuff. N I always dreamt of bein cid officer.

I use to always get excited 2 visit barber salon coz it had many stuff wic I would find interesting. Barber was moreover like butcher he would make sit on one big typical chair wic barber usually have in der salon. The chair use to b so big dat barber would pileup sum pillow types to make ma head reach to top of chair. Ma father would sit behind us on white bench like furniture reading newspaper. N here d show begins barber asking ma name, std, about ma frenz everttim I visit him in very sweet manner, but me least interested in his questions. Ma eyes just rolling her n der busy observing d things arranged on his big brown table. He would wrap me in a cloth around ma neck ,observ ma hair n start sparin from his water sprayer I always hated wen water drops fall in ma ears. He would squeeze ma cheek makin ma lips pout , he would move ma head left n right to comb ma hair neatly, but still I don’t care all I was busy in catching everything my eyes could. his table systematically arranged small rack had many shaving cream half used, sum new, comb of different color n size sum wer of big teeth sum small, he had separate blades, shaving razors, n sum knife lik apparatus used for shavinoff small hair, many clips pinched to calendars as if its a clip holder, towels neatly arranged on pipe, handy shaving machine, a piece of square transparent alum,hair dryer, old spice products smelling pleasant,sprays, n d best I loved was mirrors wall coverd wit huge mirrors n I can find maself in almost all from corner of ma eyes. As barber would trim ma hair fallin on ma hands d drap by wic I was coverd I would speak in ma mind wit all fallen chopped hair dat “ bye… sorry for chooppin … n all dat”(dis was d most funny part n m stil lol).after observin all dis ma eyes woud roll on d king of salon dats barber idk his name but ramchandra woud suit him.so ranchandrs was tall man wheatish in color n his hair sleeked backward, n moustache curled upwards makin me think y don’t he chopoff his moustache??......hmmmm…..idk

Now all I can c a man sittin beside me for his turn smiling at me wonderin m very innocent girl but I neve revert him in positive( again lol). After the cut ramchandra would brushup fallen hair wic was kinda no use coz tiny hair bagan 2 poke melik thousand needles r poking me. N me least botherd about ma looks jumpin off ma chair noticing barber’s salon door decorated wit red oil paint on tranperent glass door..from sideby shop buyin lays i woud retun home n tellin moma wat all new thing I found in salon….really… n now I hardly see ne local salon barber cutting hair or shavin.

Now d things r very different I approach good airconditioned beauty parlour to make ma eyebrows n hav a funky haircut n far more possessive abt ma looks……

my first time.....

when first time i saw you,

i felt flowers showerin of beautiful hue,

my eyes caught your eyes,
the moment for me was so nice,

suddenly i felt breeze blowin my hair,
i got a feelin of "love is in air",

i glanced at you,
your eyes so deep so blue,

you gave me a  sweet smile,
for me world was paused for a while........♥♥♥

I like the way you play with my hair strangle,
You count my bangle,
I lik the way, on ma cheeks u run ur finger,
 Your sweet smell around me linger,
I lik the way  the way you are,
I feel you are near even if you are far.......♥♥

I dont wanna man who ill jus love ma beauty,
I wanna man who will love my hearty n me,

I am not greedy of his money ,
I am not greddy of his fame ,

I am not among them who think love is a game,
I wanna man on his shoulder i can rest,
he'll be the one to whom ill say yes......♥♥♥