People said she's so... great
I had to see for myself... bait

and I saw what they said
and I am fond of it

She said she's so...concupiscent
I had to see for myself... contentment

and I felt what she had said
and I am fond of it

I said she's so... enticing
I had seen for myself... volatile

and I experienced for myself what I said
and I am all alone

It's your problem when you disregard God's voice, not mine.

No matter how you "perceive" it, the reality of the state of those suffering whom you callously disregard, saying "all is well" in your unloving indifference, remains unchanged.

I have known one hundred humans
For every year I have lived
With whom I cannot speak freely
But I commune wonderfully with
The trees
The rain
The stars
They expect nothing of me
I expect nothing of myself
In their presence

A soft, gentle warmth
A touch of pillowy, overly perfumed femininity
Suffocating me into serenity

Quick, slender fingers
Bandaging my every move
Warning me against standing in the rain
And quick fingers slipped under my skin

Small, frail waist
Brushes against me as we dance
And I am pulled closer reluctantly
Into estrogen and ecstasy

Full, colorful lips
That would drive anyone else crazy
But they just seem to spit the most horrid things ever said
And they seem to sentence me
(Under the blissful vow of marriage)
To a life of torture and conviction
Underneath a piercing gaze...          




    I would rather die.
  
                


              “You may now kiss the bride.”

We all are somehow unhappy in love
One way or the other
We live in a generation where lust takes place instead of love.
They say ‘Where there is love , there is pain’.
But is it really love , when it gives you so much of pain?
Love is an assorted feeling.
That feeling which can be felt only by a few, those who realises it.
And those who know how to bear it.
Love doesn’t mean sacrifice, you only reach at a point, where you have to chose between leaving that person or to sacrifice something for him/her.
Love gives you a blissful smile , a magical feeling. But the person who gives you pain and betrayal isn’t the right person for you.
There are plenty of fish in the sea. Then why to run after the one who’s choking you?
It’s rather difficult to find the right person, but waiting is a good answer to it.
There’s always one made for you , Waiting eagerly.

When your luscious lips gently close on to mine,
In a sudden energy surge  from deep down , I shine.
In perfect silence we fall, to savour it to the hilt,
The flow tide rushes in, hearts in passion are  hit!