If there were no time, no sense of beginning, no worry of ending.... Would the quality of life be as well as the quantity?
Would we understand the value of a moment?
Would we feel the magic of a kiss?
Would we know the significance in our ability or seize the opportunities otherwise we'd miss?
Would we whiteness a miracle of a first cry?
Or a rebirth on a Sunday morn?
Would we love with all we have?
Would we even try?
Would our choices reflect life lived?
Or would we merely exist....
Would we put off till tomorrow
Or give in to what we couldn't resist?
There's significant in this concept ;
Thought not all of us can see.
Time isn't quantity we're given,
But of the best Quality that a...
I fell in love with the air for once, the same air that suffocated me, the same air I choked on at times.
And in the instant I realised I'd fallen in love with it, a bird too beatific from across the splendiferous horizon, from the expanses of the aesthetically pleasing skies and from the clouds that were painted in all the colors from the infinite spectrum, the clouds that rained emotions and thoughts; it came flying with letter glued to it's claws ferociously.
A letter that read:
"Been waiting for you since the day we united. And now that you're here, let me confess it to you. I love you from this hollowness in which your heartbeats resonate and talk to me."
The sender was someone I recog...
I met her in Cologne,
Fell in love with her in 'dam.
I lost her in a park,
But kept her close in my heart.
"What if, I fail" she asked
"What if, you succeed!" He answered
And that's how he became her constant support system.
If you're not
Honest with Me,
How can I ever possibly
Trust is glue to
In your life,
If that's the way it has
I can take it.
There are worse things
In life.~E.M. Fraser
LOVE is OVERHYPED
Isn't its just your brain
Bathing in HAPPY CHEMICALS ?
kya likhu aaj kuch samjh m nhi aa rha, kiske liye likhu kuch samjh m nhi aa rha. chala gya wo sakshh jisko dekh kr likha krta tha. chhod gya aaj wo tanha mjhe jiske likha likha krta tha. bahut koshish ki fr se kuch likhu pr likhne k liye kuch raha nhi.
wo tha to sb kuch acha tha wo nhi to kuch acha nhi.
uske hone se sb kuch tha uske jaane se kuch nhi rha.
tu wahi hai jisko dekh kr me apne gam bhul jata tha.
kash wo fr se aa jaye.
ab to kalam bhi puchne lg gyi mere se ye rushwayi kyu.
kyu tu aaj kal nhi likhta, tere likhne se mjhe sukun milta tha.
ab kese smjhau us kalm ko ki jiske liye likhta tha ab wo chhod gya mjhe..
ab kiske liye likhu, kya likhu
Miss You So Much
"Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the blue, it’ll flare to life.”
- Maria V. Snyder
I miss your warmth. I miss your smile. I miss your cooking. I miss hearing the sound of your voice be it loud or soft. I miss the touch of your hand in mine. I miss taking care of you. I miss lying next to you and telling you about my day, my hopes, my dreams and my thoughts. I miss the different ways you show your love for me.
Above all, I miss you. I miss your mere presence in my life.
Some people just care too much.
One of my coworkers lives somewhere close to my place. That's what she said. This evening both of us happened to leave college at the same time. I saw her take a different route to her house. Out of curiosity, I stopped her and asked.. Where does this road lead to? She laughed. She must have laughed at my ignorance. Anyway, I just wanted to know if there was another route that led to my house. Even if I'm handed a Google map, there is a possibility of me getting lost. I'm that bad at discovering and remembering routes.
" This route leads to the same place. Wanna try it out?" She asked. I followed her. The road was even and broad unlike the one I usually take....
stop filling my
head with just
words and all talk.
show me with action
and give me
to hold on to.
I’m tired of waiting
and filling my
heart with paper
turn to dust.
– kim santistevan
"It has been a long time. Why you still hold onto this love?" They asked.
I looked back at them - "Where can I put it down?"
This letter is for you my love.
To the you who have stayed by my side through the ups and downs of my life. You see the dark and bright side of me. And when I am with you I can truly be myself. I don't have to fear that you might be judging me nor you will discriminate me. When I am with you my inner child is free to roam for I know you are there to protect that innocent inner child of mine.
My dear love. You surprise me everytime by how much attention that you have on me. I am thoroughly spoiled by you and those times spent with you are the times when I can escape from the world. Though it's temporary.. it is a refreshing break.
Would it be possible to be with you till my time here expire...
When I was a kid, i used to think my parents don't get what I wanted as a child. Now that I have grown up, i realize the sacrifices they have had made all their life just to get me the comforts of life they never got when they grew up.
Luke: You encourage my daughter's disregard for authority. You think threats and manipulation will change the world? I did not raise her to become an anarchist. Order is what separates us from animals.
Paul: Threats and manipulation are the glue that hold society together. Breaking away from their mold makes you a target.
Luke: You're a terrorist trying to drag my daughter to hell with you. You've brainwashed her into believing your "cause."
Paul: I tell her the truth. You want to know about the cause? The people out there who can change minds are the ones who can change the world to how it should be. Isn't that why you joined the Agency? So you could gain insight into...
Throbbing hearts lying beside each other.
His hands caressing my face,
Playing with my hairs.
Pecks that he give me on my cheeks,
Ignite my desires that I feel.
Lusty to press my lips against his.
He moving his fingers tenderly onto my skin.
Holding me tight into his arms.
Feeling like, we are inseparable.
Exposing each other through our skins,
Our breaths go high like deprived of oxygen.
Warmth of his skin,
Give shivers to me.
His eyes are enough to intoxicate me.
Whirling my senses,
He fills me with ecstasy.
His whispers into my ears,
Fills me with excitement.
Like there isn't any heaven,
That I have ever seen.
Melting into each other,
Our every nerve tingling....
(Excerpt from my novella 'The Highest In Command: The Gabrielle Black Chronicles 2)
It was the African Goddess that I saw when I looked at Gabrielle for the first time. Or maybe she is her reincarnation? When she lay beneath my body, I could feel her pulling forth my soul to devour for her pleasure. Only a short time before that, I’d spotted her inside of a library in a shaded corner on the floor. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and her arms folded around them with a book held tightly within her grasp. A vast array of bound pages were surrounding her on the floor aside her round ass and tiny feet. Full of shy and innocent intelligence; yet underneath the warmth of my body all that I cou...
"And in the end, I wanted to hug her so tight that she might have dies of suffocation..."
PS. Is it love, or lust?
Tere hatho ko main chorna na chaha.
Meri ankhe namb thi,
dil mein junoon thi,
sab tere liye janemann, bas bol na saka.
Teri kalai ke woh komal sparsh,
na kabhi vulunga main,
khud mit jaunga main,
par dil mein rahegi tu harbakt.
Kabhi ekbar najar milake toh dekh mujhse,
mere ankhon mein basi mahabbot,
mere jism mere tere liye jo chahat,
tere liye mere dil ki eh darkan, samajh kabhi use.
Kabhi aur kareeb aake toh dekh,
nahi chorunga tujhe,
nahi kabhi ruthunga tujhse,
bas ak baar meri baanke toh dekh.