That's a good writing I had say Ocean.
Not a very long ago, I had that desperate situation of buying something for my wife on anniversary. Along with real (and the mattering) gift, I wrote few lines for her, that came up in my mind while reading this blog. I guess they suck big time, but anyway:
Sometimes you gotta believe the words to relish them. Perhaps they are bit too much dipped in the armor of fiction but then who knows if the soul within might have shards of truth?
Let me tell you about a girl. Ah! what a delighted fairy tale fantasy of a man's heart. Isn't it? heh! Too old fashioned to use proverbs like that? But then I need to put every story in the epic of a magical world. The substantial amount of vivid imagination fails to take roots in this earth you see. And then what's the loss? We are all here for few minutes of joy and then off we go.
Well if you have come so far into this garrulous of cynical sentences, that means you are perhaps willing to waste few precious moments of your life.
Yeah, yeah, she is the one who lives with me. The one who did all that love-stuff to my heart few years ago. And then? We went to stars to live as King and Queen? Bleh! We got married instead. Hell yeah, you knew that. Years have started piling up. Dull monotony have raved our kingdom. King and queen toil hard in the summers and winters to raise the kingdom crops. Wouldn't have been surprise if Sauron came roaring over the traffic lights! But then project boss is always there to fill the make shift role.
King and queen now feel the magic dulled away, and money a precious entity. There are big concerns in each's heart. They travel through adventures and misadventures still, but how long, oh i ask thee, how long a weary wanderer may continue? Darn, I am no soul searching saint though I will love to be the one.
Its not about that though (i almost forgot). Its about that girl, the queen. Day after day who rises up with me and deal the armies/hordes of orcs at our castle. Wait! is it castle or is it cooking, doing job, holding responsibilities, families etc? Not sure. But you get the idea, one can be worst than other. And I am told I am Martian. A king from Mars! heh! She has to deal with that too. What a brave little girl you had say. I agree.
In fact I wont exaggerate if I say without this shinning, sparkling, glorious (and whatever else) courage I am finished. I am no one.
It feels hard for me to stop and tell her these things. So I think often to send some messenger with all these thoughts to her. But I am highly suspicious of the messengers. They tend to read the King's messages and giggle about it with their maids these days. On to magic then! Let me use a magic potion or kick my wizard's ass to do something similar. Let the old freak wave the frequencies out of air and let the queen know that no matter how quite and distant I seem, she is the heartbeat of this kingdom (hear, hear! hear those drums beat and those trumpets shout). The way her perfectness looks to me, I feel my rag-tag of savage army can conquer whole world. That of course means I can sit and watch TV meanwhile.
Years on this epic will drag. But never a shower of rain for patched dry earth must have seemed so refreshing as that queen's face to me (lots of background cheering and happy whistling).
Come we have journey to take now my sweet. Come hold my hand and don't ever leave me. (At least not until next rave party or my next toilet time
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