Her soul had been stolen
tattered, torn it seemed to be lost
drifting amidst the angry seas
cast away to unceasing winds
for it so long had she searched
thinking it forever gone, she just a shell
over mountains, under seas, through deserts
she roamed, desperate and forlorn
until at last she found her soul
in India

They say blood is thicker than water,
But what does that really mean?
A poetic line,
A writer's meaning,
A philosophical wisdom,
All because,
Blood is thicker than water.

My dream is not white
as paper, my dream is not
black, as these ink spilled
thoughts, my dream is not
colorless, refracted as light
through my sunlit tears

forever watching the cliché love movies

boy loves girl loves boy

wondering when

is it my turn

to be lifted into a kiss

so passionate

so consuming

it engulfs the soul in a burning flame of passion

emotions erupting into libidinous realities

a desire so fervent

a kiss so intimate

the entire universe seems to be at your command

one kiss that can determine a lifetime

the one true kiss