"hi, can i drive?"
"no, haha, just come in."
"can you drive me home? actually.."
"sure, come!"

tiny black car and beautiful interior you got there.

"have you set your seatbelt on?"
"sure! let's go!"
"no, no, put it on right. i dont want you ended up like our friend.."
"don't say that.. i put it on right. we're gonna be okay."

smell of the ambi pur you got there, take me to an ****** scent to my nose.

"where we go now?"
"dont you say you want to go back home?"
"oh, sure!"
"no, no, no, i know something better."

you keep the windshield closed, make your breath even warmer.

"hey, is it the route to the city side?"
"yeah, why? you don't want to go there?"
"uh, actually i have a lot of tasks to do."
"oh.. okay, I'll just drive you home then."

the keychain you got on your back mirror, it's shining and pink.

"..."
"..."
"cough."
"..."

i start to look at the wood we passed by. it's silent.

"..."
"..."
"I.."
"yeah?"

it's a beautiful voice you got there, with every kind of melt you made me.

"I... kinda.."
"turn left! that's my home, the orange one."
"oh, oh, okay."
"okay, stop here."

the car just stopped. left the noise of the machine we heard.

"thanks."
"ah, sure."

i look into your eyes like you did. you want to tell me something.

"ah, Dy?"
"yeah, Sunny?"
"it's a beautiful car you got there. thanks for the ride."
"ah.."

it's a beautiful car you got there. I'm sorry to say that, because my words are just lost in your eyes.

×

Today, as the wind started to cool down as I was going back from Beirut to my house, I sat in a cab, with the window wide open, listening to some oldies the driver was playing, feeling my soft hair revealing my face with my hand on my cheek, and looking outside the window.
I was at peace then, but I felt the urge to cry.



- LynnAA

Break those rusty shackles of mine,
Lets drift to the darkness, yet we shine.
Wrapping you around me, spilled scent of yours in air,
Driving me crazy your messy hair.
All set to be on a ride,
Burrying me in you, baby let me hide.
What I want is let the ignition be fire,
Let me burn you and me to be a single soul and desire.

©heeranshimishra

You know that ride,  where you go up 100ft
Then you drop?
You go up and up and up
Your smile gets big
Your heart races
You close your eyes
Stop...
That's how it felt to know I had feelings for you

For that half second
You're weightless
Feeling absolutely free
That half second you feel the drop
That's how it felt when i knew I loved you

You open your eyes
Scream
You laugh
Your insides go up in your throat
You you get to the bottom, releaved
That's how it felt when i told you,
I love you

She is an open book...
In Quantum Physics
Written in Chinese

it begins about mid-evening,
the edges of the rug being pulled
ever so gently.
intoxicated feet
do not notice a room slipping
beneath them.

it hastens nearer to morning;
as the magic carpet ride is
coming to a close
we begin to pat our bodies
& notice the things that fell from us.
sobriety. clothes. drugs. money....
ego   walls   pain

After inventory is taken,
the day starts without waiting for
your tired eyes.
oh, the saddest meeting of eyes,
with the swiftest passing of friends, drugs, memories, laughter
evening abliss.

I am dropped,
center stage -- reality.
at the same moment the drugs wear off. the last quarter is spent. the first rays of the sun peek through
and the last meeting of eyes
as the last glimpse of a shoe
disappears at the door's edge.

the rug has been pulled
reality
and the curtains have been drawn
slumber.