And then Holden got so depressed that he wandered around
Looking for someone to talk to: piano
Players, dumb girls, a young
*******, Catholic
Nuns. But he didn't find anyone
In these dark hours
I always feel like that
I guess that means they should
Put me in the mental
Hospital too.

Like a wind that blows my sails
Or a smell that melts my mind
We drift like shells that crash in the waves as the ocean wails
The sun on my skin as a reminder,
With the warmth of a body near my side.
That electric shock given to me by the responder
Could never make my heart beat back to the pattern that hit so hard I would have to hide.
My hands in front of my face and I tell our time.
I only know a few words but I know how to call you mine.
No direct possession of that breeze I feel,
But in my skin I begin to heal.
A claim to love, a claim to see.
It's not a claim to own even though that's what the words read.
I can't own a sound or the wavelength you're on,
But how else can I learn to appreciate the love before it's gone?
The air is too strong and too free
To ever belong to a human like me.
With wings to pass my sails and carry my soul,
You could never be mine or make me whole.
There's more to be in our sky above,
The world will revolve around love.
I won't ask you to be mine.
I won't ask to be yours.
We have so much time
And have opened so many doors.
The ocean can drown me and the wind can drive me.
I love my journey, the sky behind me.
I can't make the Angel mine,
But the love of the world will be just fine.

Mystery man at the library
I see how your eyes smiled at me
Wondering what your story might be and
How did you end up working in a library?
My nose in a book as you pass by me
You arise my curiosity
That awakens my sensuosity

========================
her smile burst like bubble gum
her cheeks smell as queen of the night
her face glow like the morning sun
o my sweet child, you entwined me like Jasmine

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

if
love is a dream
it
rip the flesh
from
the soul
oh
love it seems

Love dies in secrets

If hearts are kept

Stillborn

Silent.

You may be broken,
You may be burnt,
But you'll be okay.

You may hurt,
You may curse,
But you'll be okay.

It hurts now,
You want to give in,
But 10 years from now,
You'll be glad you didn't.

I promise you that you will be okay.

Please don't give up.