a kiss like this
a touch like that
you pet me as though
i were a little stray cat
you keep me close
you  keep me warm
you pet me gently till i yawn

warm and cozy in your arms
i feel safe with no distress
with no sudden alarm
3 days 3 nights were one to me
as i waited impatiently
for time to bring you back

a kiss like this
a touch like that  
i miss those days we used to chat
from dusk to dawn
till i teared and yawned
you spoke love to me
and i giggled under my warm
false starry sky

i truly miss them
and with a long sigh
i started to recall those days
when we loafed along the country side
and drove great miles
and under broken tiles
made love on concrete slabs

remember those days we held hands
with shopping bags
and walked long side lanes of brands
apples and mango's and even pumas
filled our car  
we drove along the open road
to that place we could call our home
dreams
making me dreams those dreams are no joke!!
i'll bug you till you're broke =P

just playing my love
come back home to me that's enough

to you my unknown angel
thou seest not what stands forth thee
thou  seest not a lady
bearing forth her burdens for centuries
looking for some one to find me and set me free of my misery
i sees only in my dreams an angel to help me
find my way in these times of terror and unknown pleasure
searching all my life for this angel...
coming thus far ....
and found non as true as my dreams
perhaps been looking in wrong places.
most of me feel that ,that person is long from near in reaching me
or maybe if god wills
there be'ist no angel for me  
that can blow away the pain the burns so long inside me
and can finally set me free

my life is but a game
a game in the hands of the gods
those mighty hands that toss me around
up and down
giving me the pleasures of happiness
and weighing it twice with pain
i hide my tears and pain with
smiles and laughter
not to trouble those dear to me
cant let them see this selfish side
this lust and greed that grows inside

it must be me.... that feels this way
for every one says other wise
perhaps the times not right
perhaps.... that times near!
for when the hand of fate shall change on me
hopefully for the better this year

its been so long
its been real tough
we have been through thick
and been through thin
and had our share of dryness not to forget
however
we have beaten the odds
and now here we stand
completing the past
facing the present
and ready for the future

iv lived my days in bliss
and have lived longer than any other normal
watch my lovers die before me
reliving the agony
but no more
return to your casket
so that i ,can to mine

the sweet taste of blood
the trance that becomes of me
desperate to quench my ******
she splatters life
as if they were nothing
may waste away
half empty..... and me half full
i cry at my hang over
and wash the crimson gray
but yet again she not satisfied
and yet again i cry in vain

as i travel across strange plains
along bumpy roads
bouncing on my seat
as i look past my window
focused through the maze of
branches ... through tiny keyholes to paradise
searching for creature iv only seen through glass walls
even with reflex i cant control
the accidental blink of an eye
could rob me of treasures
i cold carry till i die
yet again luck fails me
yet again iv tried
then again i wont be gone
yet gone for long again
i will be back with sparkling hope
to search through the maze again
those tiny gateways to paradise
where creatures beyond those walls dwell in blinded bliss
happy as they are till an other traveler
same thought as mine sees past the ordinary
into that world that untwines