Summer days
Pass by
With the flow of time
Everything's changing
The air seems heavier
And fresher at the same time
The winds are calling out
Bringing the rain closer
A sad time for some
To stay locked up in
And freedom to others
To dance and sway
Under the gentle teardrops
Of the sky!

I don't like brief talks.
I like long conversations.
About anything and everything.
Provided they are
long and deep
and they are had with,
the right Woman.
Long conversations are priceless,
especially when the Woman,
has a Beautiful Mind
and a Passionate Soul.
It's the Twenty First Century,
way of making Love.

Its too short
You've got one chance
Stay stuck up at your fort
Or have some clearance

Taking hurt from the words of other
Getting labled
Be your mind's own cottager
And become fabled

It's a never ending war with yourself
So every little battle counts
Dust settles at the shelf
Pleases don't back out