Mel mí hendi dagniruva
Nai npér ve nu mel
Ar pér lok tenn’ i orë
Úhendi

Love within the eyes is not the bane of
That which we desire
And bends unto the heart
Not the eye

Knipoog, wink-oog
Loop verby
Hart kyk weg
Om die invloed te vermy

Raak an my hand
Vat mis, raak my siel
Raak ek verlief?
Wat het my besiel?

Knipoog , winkoog
Is dit vir my?
Nee , dis vir haar...
Jy kyk my verby!!

Lok uit suspisie
Gee my die hoop;
Hoeveel ander het
Hul siel aan jou verkoop?

Bruin oog, blink oog
Blink jy vir my?
Lees weer jou rympies
Om my hart te kry!!

Maak gou liefste
Lewe flits verby,
Lees jy jou rympies:
Vir haar...
Of vir my!?

It Flows like a river not discovered
Feels as fresh as dew resting
on a soft red rose petal
When they sing their voices eco
In the hills
To come back even more stronger
The songs are embedded so deep              
Subtle Rawness in the lyrics
So describes the enchanting
Pahari lok geet

song for the trees
Song for hills
Song for daughters
And songs to plead
Stop this destruction and end the greed

Sounds of bagpipers
Is still so fresh
in the memories
of my childhood days
How beautifully it
Intensified every emotion
culture,tradition
And kindness in the prays

Manisha

Those days that end within the realm of
What some would consider normality
I call insecurity.
With or without somebody
More oft than not
Lonely .........
which is not the worst thing for me I know
For the most part I get along  with the inner me
We have a lot of the same dreams
We agree on which avenue to pursue
Wether it be fantasy ,engineering poetry or painting
Then ,,,,,,,..........
Woool ........there's the other me
The judge, jury and "X"three musketeer
......alone roaming off on my own in the gloaming
Lavishing  in some plush memorie possessed by lacivious iniquities
I find sleep distasteful
Lurking ........ here's  all the more near.
Always down to abscond tears from me
Slow intake
In loop mode replaying
Memories  of the day  which carry the most bearing upon gravity.
At least
Related to me  
Deciphering .....
Perhaps obsessing on the smallest things
Trying to digest
I Guess
I brake
Fake smile
Hollow  
Lie in denial
I loose my power over
Sweetening reality
He pushes suppression
Frustrates me and leaves me
Tired and having to deal with the real reality ........
That is ........
Only tell this evening
I'm already thinking
Of something

To many, they are sweet surrenders
To some, eruptions from boiling wonders

What have we to taste but crunchy doughs
Fried hot as each dives in and flows

One by one they float above sugary sap
Dipped and glazed with cheers and a clap

A name for lokaimat and a cry for bites
Sweet ***** is worth the delights

          NHH                                          ­"Plume"

all the feelings of night wasting away from parting and waking up the next morning with some one who you don't actually remember what the **** happened.

you memorie is erases so you cant even find out what happen last night.

all your friends lok like **** even your life is filled with regrets.
doing things making the night glow and grow more intense with insanity with no limits.

no one wants to say any thing when one of us has to speak with the person who took our souls along with us.

every night being away parting lifting spirets away with good times and giggels that haunt us forever.


there isnt any were to turn exept trying t know what actually happened to me.

life is full of mistory and questions of what the **** happened to all of us no memorie of what happened no idea who the hell where i have ended up