Scarlett

The name 'Scarlett' may not mean a lot to many people, but to all those who have read 'Gone With The Wind' by Margaret Mitchell know what this name carries within itself.


Scarlett is blood.
Our heroine, Scarlett O'Hara witnessed the gore of the American Civil War and survived it. She not only saw the killings but also killed a 'Yankee' to save her beloved plantation, Tara. She got through all the hardships of the war to see another day and win over another situation.


Scarlett is passion.
She is passionate about life. Hardships, poverty, war or death nothing can drive away her deep love for life. Nothing defeats her, nothing can keep her down. She might be thrown down by life but she embraces it right back without flinching.


Scarlett is perseverance.
War, 3 failed marriages, death of father, mother and child, loss of love...no situation is capable of keeping Scarlett down. She goes from one day to the other following the simple motto - "I'll think about it tomorrow, because tomorrow is another day."

Scarlett is an idol.                                   
Scarlett O'Hara is one of the most powerful fictional character in English literature. She has become a symbol of feminine strength for women of all generations and from all over the world. Her characters stubbornness to always fight for what she wants and of never giving up on her dreams has made her the idol that she is.

A Week

Sunday
I woke up on the bed and watched you sleep on the couch. Why do we have to fight?
Breakfast was a quite affair and so was the whole day. I went to do my work and you stayed. You watched sports as dinner was made. I went to sleep on the bed and watched you sleep on the couch.


Monday
We were late because we didn't wake each other up. Are we still fighting?
Breakfast was a rush. You wanted to say something but I ran out the door. Your came back to an empty home. I don't remember what happened because you were already asleep when I came back.


Tuesday
We woke up side by side but no words were spoken. We didn't get late today. I don't remember what the fight was about. I came back early, made dinner but we didn't eat together because I had work to finish. I remember you were smiling as you slept, was your day good?


Wednesday
I woke up with a smile, our hands were entwined. Did we make up last night? You didn't say anything. I gave you a smile but I think yours was forced. Today was event-less. I wanted to end this silence but could I? We went to bed together, we held each other, but still no words.


Thursday
I woke up to an empty house. You didn't leave a note. I was worried all day. The home was empty when I returned. Where were you? I was about sleep when the doorbell rang. You came in and went to bed. You didn't give me a chance to say anything. That night I didn't sleep.


Friday
You seemed altered today. You were smiling and you said good morning too. If it wasn't workday I would have never left you. I came back home and there you were. You had made dinner and we chatted all night long. But we never spoke of our fight. Why was that?


Saturday
I woke up alone in our bed. Last night seemed a dream after the week of silence. You came out the other room and gave me the smile I was looking for. You led me to the room and I saw what you were doing all week. I could see all our time together in front of me. You whispered the magic words in my ear, it had been so long since I heard them. Then you added the question I never thought you were gonna ask. I was overwhelmed and unable to answer. You didn't wait for me to speak and swept me off my feet. I wan't aware there was more to know of you but I was surprised that day. That day we promised each other a life together. 

Waiting

Under the tree she waits for him.

Its been days now.

Day and night are the same now.

She on the road, waiting for the bus.

She has to get away.

She does not know where this road goes.

She's at the door, its not opening.

She's been standing for hours.

The window is closed.

She is tired.

The stairs are not ending.

She wants to sit down now.

She's in the dark, waiting for morning.

The sun is not coming up.

It has lost its way.

She was walking.

The storm is here but she doesn't know.

Time has stopped.

Sitting on the rock she waits for the future.

Her past is beside her.

The present is absent.

She's been waiting,

for it to began, for it to end.

She's stuck in the middle.

Dark to Light

Its dark and I'm alone. I thought you were nearby, I turned 

and you were gone. 

The day was fine it was sunny and we were happy. The 

thought of our future never crossed my mind. The walk, the 

talks and all that was in between has vanished from sight. The 

view of the past is blurred by the mist covering our present, 

life has lost the meaning it always had. What happened? I'm 

not sure. The day was fine but something changed.

I cannot remember the day I last saw the sun, the last night 

the moon was in my room. We discussed the eclipse, ironical 

how that is the only thing left for me. Was it always so dark? I 

remember the light though the memory is fading and its hard 

to think too much. 

I don't want this life, I don't want to be sad. There must be a 

path that leads somewhere else. This road is worn out, I have 

to make my own way now. I like this one, it leads into your 

arms. But I know this isn't real because you are no more here. 

I won't be fooled into the silence again. I want to live like a 

bird, flying to unseemly heights; like a fish, knowing 

unknowable depth; like me, as i was before i met you before 

the day turned into eternal night. 

Its no more dark and I'm not alone anymore. I can't feel you 

near me and my heart is lighter than it was.

How are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

I woke up at 8:30 because my alarm refused to work and I missed my class but its ok, its just college. What can happen? My attendance will be low, I won't be allowed to give my exams, but its ok, I'm fine, thank you.

I feel like I'm letting go of so much that I wanted to do but its ok, its life. What will happen? After 10 years I might regret all that I missed, I may not be doing what I love, but it's ok, I'm fine, thank you.

Everyday I end up hurting someone even though in a small way but its ok, they'll get over it. How can it be important? I might be left alone without friends to share my life, but its ok, I'm fine, thank you.

I'm happy, I'm safe, I've never seen pain, my life is perfect so its ok. How can that be bad? My future is uncertain and i"m not prepared to face any adverse condition, I might fall apart one day, but its ok, I'm fine, thank you.

I feel useless, people look at me for help but i don't know how to but its ok. Its not my problem, rite? Soon my friends and family may think I'm selfish and don't care about them or anyone, but its ok, I'm fine, thank you.

My problems are my own, I will figure them out, I might fail but its ok. How does that concern you? You peek into my life and try to solve my problems for, I don't need any help, I'm my own person how-so-ever I am, if I need help I'll ask, my failure may be great but my success will follow too, but its ok. I'm fine, thank you.