An entwined thread in tangled pieces
A guided solo with low tone chorus
A sudden happening turning the course of the heart.

Could this be love? Or a deep mirage


The comfort felt at the sight of him,
the heart that race in tones accord
And my aching legs trembling like its fifty blocks apart

Could this be love or a blunt illusion


The warmth we felt at a tight embrace
The urges that flows from the tangled hugs
And this jolt that melt my *****
When we finger lock

Could this be love or a temporary trance?

The urges his cupid lips filled me with
The stares that set my soul ablaze
His breathe that interlock with mine
Could this be love? Or a deep mirage

The warnings that keeps echoing
that warning that yells silently
and the intense fear that saddles me
Riding me solo like a night folk tale.

Yet the willingness to try out
The risk we re willing to take
yet the warnings strike out loud

Could this be love or an adopted chemistry


The lone breeze filled with turned passion
My guided moments enriched with profound ecstasies
His gentle beast like rides, that transcend me to the giant gate of heavens floor
Reaching my deepest depth but in a rapture.


And now,
He calls it love making,
Even as much as I wish it so
The question still ponders on

Could this be love?or a deep mirage.

There is a time,
When we must firmly chose the course which we will follow.. Else a relentless drift of event will make the decision.
Choices could be easily made
But a wise man should give a lot of thought to a sudden decision.

The choices you make
Either makes you
Or mar you.
Your choice can either mantle you or dis mantle you..
I ask myself,"where do I fall?"

It all seems like yesterday
When I sat at the table of choices
Fiddling with which path will make a difference
I could ve been made..
.. But a greed flash of pleasure strikes me ..
I could ve been made,but I'm marred

I later realised,although a little too late,
That choice,not change determines human destiny
And that decisions and perservance re the noblest quality of man....
The truth indeed is that
No one learns how to make the right choice without been free of making the wrong ones...
I make mine... You make yours
But remember,choices MUST be made wisely.

Asylum hole.. In mental state
Devour by dark entities
The ancient age emphasize
A beast of two inside one body
Showing a displayed of a punished soul
The astral bodies lay awake at its
pace
The sun at d noon day
While d night becomes encapsulated with d moon and stars... The world planets flourishes
In its glory...
Allay the fear of the tormented soul
For in guilt they lay with uttermost shame
With intense display of lunacy
A cry uttered loud
Freedom! Freedom!! Freedom!!!

Times are
When losting in your arms
Is all I crave
Times are
When d sparks in ur eye
Reflects my complexion
Time are
When d taste from your cupid lips
Cures my urges
Times are
When your touch rides me to Ecstasy
Times are like this
When d chat of about our future
Stimulates my anxiety
Times are
When all you could hold on to
Re fainted memories
Cos d hard nut of distance
Came crumbling
On our sweet nurtured memories
Times re
When all I do is hope
For d hands of time to turn
And d moments I cheered have
Comes back to me....