Tuesday, July 30, 2013

He loves. I watch him love.

He send me flowers.

Write me novelty rhymes

Make my right eye tear up first.

He is nocturnal

As if he has been born just to devour himself to me.

Serene. Alluring. (The babbles of his breath breathes a new wonder)

A gentleman of extreme regards and obligation

He is an utter synonym for devotion.

Why is not the world like him? I wonder how he holds his stability?

One who notes me down a desire everyday as he talks

Just to make me feel Loved.

Sweetheart, you are so complete even in being incomplete

If that is what love is than the passion in me has been

Rekindled.


Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Chastity

For one moment the sky had turned into
Molten blue
Her life had evaporated
And transformed into the
Hues she had gone through

And from "above"
The voice exclaimed,
"I am one of your emotion
Would be showering as hail now
Not your tear" !