Are You Judging Me…
What are you looking at?
When you are staring at me?
Are you searching
Or finding me more or less
What are you thinking?
When you are talking to me?
How I understand your needs.
Respond to questions
Why I question you back ?
How I see you through and through
Can I chill your bones
Love is a blessing
A shower never ending
Has much to give than take
few mistakes we can make
Forgiveness is present
forgetfulness is absent 🙂
both must give consent
to love each other till the end
Champagne… Woman and wine..indeed is divine..the bottled up form and shape of the two..Each has filled up with energy within..wet…and tipsy..both can make you..feel the ecstasy..when you touch a woman’s lips..or the taking out of the cork from the bottle..pop..comes out and fills you up…or the lips touches you so deep and you want to fill indeed..Woman has curves and easy to hold..so has a bottle with proportions untold..smooth and firm..you can hold in your grip..and when you drink ..it gulps down the throat..each has an effect on your mind after a while..you think you are crazy..for both..but one has more to offer…you know..when you send me a champagne for a gift..I think you want to open the bottle privately and drink..not with me ..but in front of me..teasing as it gets emptied..and I know..that you are ready to fill someone who is close..behind the closed doors..in the softness of the bed…….hhhmmmmm…intimacy..warmth and bliss…dreaming with eyes open..
It never shows to you, it is well hidden and tucked in..nor is it a pride to own..it is a scar that reminds me often ..what I did was wrong ..it has a message for me and you..when you hide a scar it means you were responsible for it..you jumped or ran, you couldn’t refrain from acts that resulted in scar for life..think how ugly is a life..where scars remain exposed to eyes , those eyes that laugh at your mistakes..reject you at your face..and mock you again and again..what a disgrace..
Intelligence is only second to beauty. Not because, beauty last longer or short lived, it because beauty can not be attained..you have to be beautiful but intelligence..that can be matured and you can become intelligent. Education. experience, insight..you name it, all are the ways to transform from ordinary to intellect..once you are intelligent..next is to remain..by daily readings and keeping interest in happenings, after all, yesterday news can not be today’s’ headline. So..yes. I admire intelligence and I love when there is humor
… It is always fun to visit a book store. The range of books fascinates, the geography tells us about the various new countries popping up, and larger countries breaking down. Each year, the population graphs shown changes, mass migration or calamities, witness the shift in population. Then the huge architectural books, these are really amazing, the paper and the images inside, you want to buy everything. The art books, are normally slim, presenting few artist and their colorful paintings. Small, description are interesting to read, for some art work, I can see but never understand :))
I also, go to biographies but then,. I like mysteries and love stories, love to buy that ! Yes. I am already too naughty . my grand ma told me, books are your peers, those you read..you will become that, just wait and see
I sometimes, like the woman magazine, cosmopolitan..those beautiful women..so captivating..awesome..Then the cook book..nah!! not my type..I can buy..but as a gift for someone else . I remember, those books I bought 50% were birthday gifts, and after giving I borrowed and read , well I am a friend …so I get to borrow. In fact, my circle had this fabulous plan, each one buys few books and we circulate , good eh ! What are friends for? to share :)))
Life… When I was growing up my elders explained.. try not to grumble nor complain. if you want to win hearts or be smart, try to be clever right from star.Never get slow tantrums are a big NO.
Be soft , glow, white as snow, pure as honey and bright as day:)
Kind understanding, love everyone but trust only yourself.
Be as you are, never change but improve day after day after da
Words Are Words… write a poetry that has rhyming words not easy to form an idea that has limitations, ideas must flow like streams and oceans.Ripples and waves all makes us happy splashed all over our face.
We play with water and earth too, climbing over mountains and sailing in boats, we capture pictures in moments we remember.
But thought.. we would forget in time, I think we recall each happiness many a times as we want to be happy again in future with the past. I do this too..when I open my treasure of memories, I feel so touched..with words that were said to me.. before..that time when we were in love, not anymore..yet you made me feel beauty within me as a light..that shines at night..
I Think Smiling Is Very Attractive
Smiling..is It Soft Or Funny… Love they say has multi-dimensions, the one that gives it dept is passion. And, humor is the first step to a relationship..that would grow as friendship. Why..we want to be close? Simply..because in a certain group of people we smile..each one has own taste buds..yes we do get a flavor of some of the friends..like any courtship..I find it interesting..when we can play with words..and I don’t know about others..but I always smile when I get a soft message..no harsh words..no doubts..no confusions..just a message that instantly brings the world of happiness..if I write I want to be…a bird..to fly away in distant land..to look from above and in my feathers..I would carry warmth in cold breeze..this would get a reply..I will join you when you pass my territory..just don’t drop any beak…and we can then all fly together in a lala land..there our song would be..come join me..and add one word for the song we will write..birds of different times..zone wise.. my day begins and your ends..I am yawning..you are frowning.. yes my night and your Monday morning