Serendipity 18

Salvatore II You broke my heart into a million pieces. Tell me - was I merely one of your blatant caprices? Salvatore, a heartless heedless cacciatore, Will never be able to give himself in to chaste amore. Tell me - what pleasure using me for your vagaries bestowed on you? Your compelling manners an obstruction to my receiving even a single clue - Anon, I comprehended you were in it for your flagrant voyeurism  Did you receive reparation in causing this excruciating fire of an aneurysm? Salvatore, the cacciatore - there he flees from love in his vagabond ways. Salvatore, the cacciatore - there he leaves signorinas with hearts tattered, sans trace. by Harmehma Bagga Picture credits: maicar.com via Google Images  

Inspired by one of my favourite poems by Lana del Rey, here's a little one I wrote to reflect my innermost musings. Hope you enjoy Mille tendresse, M  What Happened When I Found You In Zimmerman with strawberry platters strewn across the room, I wait for you, my love, with earnest exasperation under the lustrous full moon. Perfect petals may punctuate the fabrics yellow blue - But all I can see nowadays is tinted with the coolest shades of you. Seraphic love - my wretched heart yearns for your warmest embrace, The regalia adorning your love fabricated in but the softest chantilly lace. My life is sweet like champagne now, only wonderings of you My inward thoughts have changed now, my voice is higher - now I'm in love with you. In but the celestial stars awaits a future pilgrimage to Malibu,  I'm ecstatic - besides waiting for my love, there's nothing much else that I can do. by Mehma Bagga Picture Credits: jakkapan/123rf.com via Google Images

Séréna Séréna -  où est-ce que tu es partie, comme le vent de l'été qui fait la magie?  En portant de l'air nonchalant, Tu y vas pour nous rendre inconscients  de vénérer tes cheveux blonds divins, et tes lèvres qui nous rappellent de vin,  et tes yeux comme l'océan dans lesquels on se noie, et ton esprit duquel on voulait s'emparer en tapinois. Est-ce que tu as compris la magnificence de ta balade? Dis-nous, comment peut-on faire de l'escapade  de ta séduction qui nous tétanise? C'est cela qui nous remplit de bêtises. Tout le monde est en extase grâce à tes charmes, Ta naïveté qui nous fait du tout au tout désarmes. Alors c'est quoi cette histoire? Tu nous lâches seuls, ton auditoire? Dis-moi, chérie - où est-ce que tu es partie comme le vent de l'été qui fait la magie? by Harmehma Bagga Picture credits: wikipedia.org

Salvatore Salvatore, ciao amore - How you shot through my heart like a cacciatore: Spirited, you made me feel on top of the world; Made me perceive that I was always the only girl That you could unfalteringly ever only love.  You old-fashionedly called me your dearest "turtle dove". And when you kissed my hand for the first time, sparks flew. I had thought over time our celestine love only grew, But I was sorely mistaken you see - For all you wanted was just pure intimacy; And like a fool I loved you with all my being - Now I see that slowly you have been fleeing Away from the devotion and adherence I required. You said one day to “worship at my feet" you keenly aspired. Alas, all of the attempts and ventures were but in vain  Because you ended up causing me a great deal of pain. Tell me cacciatore - will u still go on with your twisted ways To hunt innocent naïve girls like myself throughout all your days? by Harmehma Bagga Picture Credits: wikiped...

  I was Italian in a Past Life I was Italian in a past life  So much that right now it's an absolute strife Not to go to my beloved Roma and live la dolce vita Perché vivo la vita come voglio viverla. Undeterred, I hear the gentle sounds of the Fontana di Trevi Oh how I long to be amongst the animated and effervescent bevy Of individuals who'd teach me: "Il dolce far niente" -  People who feel like they're my long lost parente. Once in Roma, I shall indulge myself in scrumptious arancini, Devour all the splendid handiwork of brilliant Federico Fellini; Roaming on the cobbled streets, I'll relish my first ever taste of gelato; I shall witness the allure of the grand operas' staccato. In sweet Roma, tutti freeheartedly embrace. The longing for this setting is my heart's only true case -  Of at long last getting through to my beloved Roma Of at long last, enriching all my yearning soma. Mille tendresse, M by Harmehma Bagga

Dear Dorothy -  You cast a magic spell on me, With your endearing innocuousness, Which only further stirred your incongruousness  To the plot you formed a vital part of: You had no clue of what you'd be facing thereof Once you landed into jolly Munchkin-land, Wise beyond your years, you're the antonym of Peter Pan. Promenading through the poppy fields in your silver shoes, You would've preferred to stay in Kansas if you'd have gotten to choose. Yet you braved it out on the Yellow Brick Road, Such formidable courage for a lass of eight you showed. So blessed am I to have been able to attend The adventures of Dorothea, whom I deem an inspiration, besides indispensable friend. by Harmehma Bagga Picture credits: Shuttershock via footwearnews.com

Audrey, my Dearest Miss Golightly - "I must protest." The way you self adorn is another test - For the wannabes who'd like to epitomise you  Have not but one single clue, For the delicate demeanour you embody, Renders us copycats all incredibly shoddy. The echoes of your studied sophistication reverberate in society. Tell me, my beloved - how can we assimilate said graces with propriety? Your smile, the eyes, that electric fringe of hair, The style, the walk, the allure are beyond compare. None in this world can match up to your tasteful poise; The fanbase, in my opinion, covetously employs Calculated methods to emulate your beguiling appeal The enigma of which shall never truly be revealed To those of us who venerate at your gossamer feet, For you render all your enactors enthrallingly obsolete. by Harmehma Bagga Picture credits: britannica.com via Google Images

Here's a little rhyme I composed in the 10 minutes I just had free from work. It's inspired by one of my favourite movies Black Swan and the ABBA song "Nina, Pretty Ballerina". Hope you enjoy ♡ Mille tendresse, M Nina Nina - there she goes in her ballet shoes Whirling away with a bit of sad news. "Am I not good enough?", she asks "In the limelight will I too never be able to bask?" Nina - there she goes in her ballet shoes, Just like a cygne  noir  - the bearer of sad news So heart-rending would be her fate  No mortal would have been able to contemplate. Nina - there she goes in her ballet shoes, With her dainty feet against her, never getting over the blues. Nina - there she goes the 'pretty ballerina' Away from high society into paradiso, the bellissima. by Harmehma Bagga Picture credits: filmcolossus.com via Google Images