How many times have you kissed a stranger and were like a bird beside a man who doesn't fly to your heights, and doesn't know the secret hidden inside you?
Elvis was / is here!!
Some hunt for butterflies
But I'm on a bigger mission
I'm on the hunt for Elvis!
Have you seen him?
Please help me find Elvis, my Lettrists 😋
Join in, by telling us where you've looked. Why not add a doodle too?
Love Bites #1
Flecked sparks in your bright eyes...
Shall one day be the cause of my demise...
Plucked my heart, to my tongue they bring,
Parts of my being, every fiber sing....
The decadent tunes your fingers play,
Your hair, my patience and the seconds sway,
Your breath writes my lyrics new,
In joy and rapture, my soul strings you sew,
With tender care, love and warmth dear,
You banish away my every fear,
In such happiness I shed a single tear,
for I only pray, you forever be near...
* Alive *
The moment seems to flow like a molten sapphire and deep blue silence ^ neither there's earth below, nor sky above ^ the rustling branches, leaves are saying only you are here
Only me, my breath and my heartbeat
Such deepness, such loneliness and me____
only me ^ it all makes me believe in my existence.
"Days are swift as an Indian arrow
flying like a shooting stars
the present day is here
and then slides away in haste
that we can never say is ours
but only say is 'passed'..
Let's read the news
I'm not reading much news, but I should catch up a bit, you know?. Have a clue about what happens.
• "The president broke her ankle and she's resting in her residence"
What a surprise! #not. She always has something, obviously because she never has anything. And besides, even if you twist your ankle, you're a president, move your old ass.
• "Sells of Christmas stuff rise up this year"
Really? who would want to buy Christmas stuff in this heat?. Maybe they just buy Christmas trees to lay down with the family there, trying to escape from the horrible sun.
• "Why Santa cames from N...
No matter how much I write about love
No matter how much I try to explain
There will still be a little part of me
And a whole lot of love
Which will never be written on the paper
And which will never ever faint...
Can you see this Bird ?
How calm she is sitting.
She is just like us, human beings.
Full of emotions and feelings.
Buried inside her.
She is quiet.
Or might be singing.
She might be the happy bird waiting for her love to arrive soon.
All ready with her makeup and her hair combed perfectly.
Ready with the food too.
Ready with whatever she has to say to him.
Ready to hug him.
Ready for him to arrive soon.
Craving for that one glimpse of him.
Love, love all around.
Afterall, she has emotions too.
Or might be waiting for her children to come back from their blissful rides.
To ask them how was their day and what all they did.
Their sweet and naughty stories.
She might be wor...
S O M E W H E R E I N C A L C U T T A IV
The screams of rain surrounded us, as we sat on the backseat, bodies pressed against each other.
I gazed at her eyelids, like petals, closed as my finger traced her skin. The feeling of drowning in love sweeped us in all ways and as always.
The silhouette of her face, the edges of her skin dimly lit by the gleam of the lustreless streetlights, and all I could do was fall in love with her soul all over again.
As i laid on her shoulder, the moments, the thoughts and everything else unhurriedly faded into oblivion. Gradually, the petrichor of the summer drizzle was blinded out by our somnolence. All that was left to fathom, was love.
She watched with satisfaction as the flames tasted his thoughts, in disgust.
Listened to them pop; whiz and spit with each shaken fist and callous remark.
Smirked at the irony, as the fire groaned with the weight of his crushing words, now lifted.
For every sacrifice you made
For every penny you paid
For every morsel you fed
May Allah reward you
For every moment you worked
For every time you hurt
For every tear you shed
May Allah preserve you
For every road you guided
For every prayer you prayed
For every night you awoke
May Allah bless you
I pray, as you pray for me
I pray for you my father
Who's giving me the best
For the best hereafter ...
To read is to be taken to a new place
To write is to create a new place
I love both
I need both
I am both
But my mind is full and my fingers hurt
So on this day I just ask to be taken away