Dreaming of rainy days
Beside my sweet heart
holding his hands, closeness to heart....
Oh what a day it was....
will the dream come true...

Yes it came true for two days..
Rainy days....
started my journey.. to his place...
carrying all dreams...
thinking his smile..
meeting him after three months..
whether to Hug or kiss first
how to start??
all the questions were falling into my heart..

suddenly came a pop message:
message me your coach no...
Train stopped...reached PKD
It was raining like hell...
i was little wet..got down..
eyes were searching for him...

Saw a flash of white striped T-shirt..
sparkling eyes searching for me..
and seeing the mobile for my message.
it was my sweet sail....
butterfly were flying inside my heart..
after seeing him....
first time in my life felt that hunger...
Saw me going towards him...

How to start...the smile which was seen after three months..
and he  saying,"Happy to c u here and my sweeto is with me..."
literally made me dumb..
He took my bag and holded umbrella in another hand..
got into an auto..
My sweet heart holding my hand...
closeness to heart..
Heat was felt...not only in my hand
which was holding him..
but also in my body..

climate was cold..
but heat was overruling it....
we were travelling
rainy days..
Sweets beside,,
it was dark..
seeing his eyes in the lighting light...
wanted to hold his face and kiss there...
but could not as the driver interrupted inbetween..

Reached his place..
He cooked and served the food,,
my happiness knews no bounds...
i felt O God wat a life,, u have given..
Im blessed....but didnt realise that it was temporary...
slowly after we cleaned the kitchen.

Moment came for my dreams to come true
Rainy days..
My sweets beside,,
room was dark
my hands was chill...
heart beat alone was heard in the room
it was complete silence..
how to start...
by the time i went near him he rushed hurriedly
holded me in his arms,,,and kissed me
saying cannot wait.....
heat was felt on me..by the time i wanted to cherish the taste of his lips...and tongue.
he was inside me ..
O GOD im thankful to you for those beautiful moments...
Tears fleded...in my eyes...i have got a guy who luvs me...and wants me...
but didnt realise it was temporary...

Rainy days are here,,,
Standing all alone......
Waiting for my Luv..

Sweets you have given those beautiful moments to me.....and taken away back all the happiness with you...

Miss you sweet heart...

So what if my last words to you were something like “whose turn is it to wash the dishes?” — would you have regrets like too much sugar in your coffee or maybe always perhaps think about me when you were washing the dishes — like that’s a place to anchor a memory — or will you always argue with yourself about whether it was your turn or not — was it my last slimy red twist in your ear — you know the thing you hate most about dead memories — i tried on the tiara and couldn’t get it off so you gave me a wig for my birthday — what if I didn’t really tell you my real birth day? -- it’s things like this that make me want to spit up the curdled cream and toss the sugar over my shoulder — what if bad omens are just twisted memories like salt and pepper shakers — you know like when you forget which shaker is the pepper and you hate salt — did you ever wonder about that? — and i took you in when you were drunk but you forgot you promised me a trip to Paris — let’s go go got to go — did i tell you i hate Disneyland — that it’s Tigger and princess ****? — eep eep — so what if i didn’t — couldn’t you guess when i got so drunk i was so hung over that i slept in the hotel all day — it’s high time we got that straight iron out of the cupboard and burned that wig with the doctor’s prognosis — nothing like ice cream in the winter — but you couldn’t get up to get it and i wouldn’t stop the movie — it was sweet and sour when the bride ran away and i laughed but you were just about to ask for my hand — like a blood diamond has any interest ‘cause i still have holes in my hightop converse — paint under my fingernails — chemo blue orange wigs— wait, what if i forgot to wash the dishes and asked you so you wouldn’t be mad that i left you with a sink full of rot — i know i burned the turkey but it didn’t fit in the microwave and Leeloo taught me how to eat — you know: chicken! — so when you finally get a dishwasher don’t bother to invite me over anyway — besides the fact that i’m dead by that time there’s a lot more to breakfast than cereal and watching tv — but what about love? — there’s a lot more to dinner than meat and potatoes and a lot more to lunch than sandwiches and a half hour break from wage slavery — what if all i ever wanted was a ******’ piece of sourdough toast with my coffee but you were too busy to fix the toaster — and anyway it’s been harboring cockroaches for so long we might as well just invite Speedy Gonzalez to the table — the cats shed fleas like hair but at least they land on their feet — what if the dogs next door eat better than we do?— i hear that horse meat is sweet and PKD lived off of cans bought from the pet food store when he was writer poor — oh **** that’s a timeless thing isn’t it — and i’m a vegetarian but i may have to forego my principles before i’m discovered — what if the best part about dying is no more dishes? — that’s why i don’t want to get married

Dreaming is not the same as wishing it's true

saying love is love is all a mind may do,
peace, however,
peace, any mind can chose to make,
this is true;
or as they say,
what the hell.

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Now, for me, PKD is more long term distracting
than Lovecraft or King, but tiny tastes,
like Zappa, on the spectrum,

ever re verb reverb yoweee I see we
intend
to go a tad past last time we all sang

WE ARE THE OTHER PEOPLE
YOU'RE THE OTHER PEOPLE, TOO!

boop boopee do.

This is the effect of a life lived in this one body,
for as long as I can imagine,
and I am learning, it ain't this good for losers,
who never learn to change the **** game.

Score. God, I love the future.