I took a deep breath filling my lungs entirely with the mystic smell that seem to have diffused entirely into the air. Like a dream,I was absorbed and as I felt awake, i was immediately startled and awestuck to find myself drooling over the bedrest with a book on my chest. The aroma is equally… Continue reading Smell of Roses!
Love me but never hold my hand, that's all I ask of men who ought to fall in love Donot laugh or cry around, don't you ever dare to care. That's the most I hate of people who tend to fall in love. Count on me, For you might need any help But never beseech… Continue reading Love Me.
Destiny? Have you ever seen your destiny infront of you, moving, talking and breathing? Is your destiny made of meat and flesh, smells of spilt whiskey and has it ever asked you to look over the balcony and find it? Does your destiny talk of far fetched lands, of Jordan and Red sea, of camels… Continue reading DESTINY
Let the wind blow and hit my face, Knock me off my feet, And sway me by the lovely hills, Could this be the end of the world; Because I miss, I miss... that little black mole Meekly hiding behind the left hump of a nose, Or because I love you, And I cannot say… Continue reading The End?
It was like a saturday morning early sunrise. I was awake because I had spent the night clinging to the bed eyes wide open. I was embracing the rising sun with arms spread around, almost touching the window grills. . It felt like I wanted to be in love. Not the love where you'd ask… Continue reading He was in my mind.
He's in his late 20's. A sternly handsome man, strikingly gallant, ferriocious, wild, free and amazingly sexy. Hair running freely over his back, dark deep eyes, micheviously tempting. A man to every woman's dream, but notoriously out of reach. She's sixteen, a young carefree rebel. The youngest daughter of the most powerful man in Earth.She's… Continue reading SHIVA
Let it fly and tear the sky, Or drown and die, But don't make it roll and topple, Over a ground that's full of pebble. The flame of a Flamingo Its passion, a desire, hard to let go. Flamingo's a fire with grace, Flamingo's spirit not an inherit, No it isn't love, No it isn't… Continue reading FLAMINGO
Is it true that when we love someone we like everything about them? We like that they're getting fat, infact we find it cute? Do we like seeing happy pictures of them, it tends to make us happy, even if the happy picture is of them with other women? The way he'd pose, or smiled,… Continue reading HOW MUCH OF THIS IS TRUE?