It's been one of those days.
I'm craving your smooth oak taste.
You know exactly how to calm me down.
Help me cope with anything thrown my way.
As soon as you touch my lips, I feel at ease.
And once you're inside me, I can breathe.
Every night with you is a pure cathartic release.
That's why I keep you stocked so you'll always be ready and waiting for me.

Where is my life headed?
To a greener field or a greyer dread?
What are driving my thoughts?
A killer behind or a murderous rage ahead?

Is my desire for peace a mirage?
Are the shadows crossing my heart soothing not?
Is my dream of satisfaction a farce?
Or a pursuit of happiness, the harbinger of gloom?

What dreams am I running after?
Is an afterlife of glory worth sacrifices of now?
Are vices of today, just tools of mirthless laughter?
Controlling those, who are too bored of freedom?

Is my desire for peace a mirage?
Are the shadows crossing my heart soothing not?
Is my dream of satisfaction a farce?
Or a pursuit of happiness, the harbinger of gloom?

Is a tired poet with a broken guitar
Just a delusional disappointment waiting to happen?
And his empty song books, his empty lifestyle moves
A naked body in the line of a barrage?
Is my desire for peace a mirage?

The echo of your soft sound
muted,
                     there are cars around

Textured surface, I can feel it now
the valleys rise while the soil forms mounds


and here you are now.

Colder than ever but only from warmth

Kiln of my love
for I have found.


My masterpiece

Can give 100's of satisfaction
For lightening the life.

Can give 100's of hopes
For moving away from the darkness.

Can give 100's Of proof
For achieving a brighter way.

Can give 100's of illuminance
For maintaining the self build perspective.

Poured oil in diya is enough to complete the life.

That tingle that starts from an electric spark
That tingle that sparks from a broken heart!

Thats new love!

I loved Japanese songs
Six years ago, when I started learning Japanese
I was overjoyed when I understood ONE word
Telling myself "I did it"

But now, when reading lyrics
I understand everything but one word
I tell myself 'I'm an idiot"
I studied 6 years for nothing

What is the standard for "I did it"?
Why does it feel so hard?
What is satisfaction?
Why does it seem nonexistent?
What is the reward for confidence?
Why does it feel like nothing?

I am satisfied
In Your love lovable Lord!
Source; Satisfaction