I had a sharp tongue
screamed on top of my lungs
swayed away, strayed and lunged
Quick in mind and words
Survived those days
got away with murder
Not now..no more
I realized one thing for sure
words can be friends
can make enemies to end
I now think and say
each day..a bit no more that I can admit
to have said it almost sweet and right
press lips tight..no fights
Life is better than before
Youth may have gone
smile is set on lips
no more need to bite the tongue tip
I will happily
Yes..if you start
will smile and send
warmth to feel
that happiness is real 🙂
Come smile to bring
that sound ..a ring
tingling a ling
Alone But Never Lonely… Solitude..a bliss for me. I like myself too much :)) I have lived this way..in a crowd or writing my thoughts..I am at peace with myself. Whenever, others come in my space..I feel the alarm inside my brain
I love mostly everyone, who lets me. This is like a summon. I can step back and wait..to give you that much time to think and decide..do you want me ? If you do..then what is in your mind for me..am I your friend..your colleague..your partner..buddy..what am I to you..and then I take it from there. It does happen, that after sometime you may not like me anymore..get tired and bored ..then you must leave..no..I never push you away from me.
I only let my windows open and door is left ajar..you can smell the fragrance outside my personality..You can watch who passes by..my window of life. The door is never locked..anyone can walk in and everyone may walk out..I never stop..Never ….
I learned from life..to be happy with myself..I am not saying that others are not important..no ..no.Others are important..to love and respect. To trust and support..But they are not me…I am the naughty one..who does have a serious side too 🙂
I believe that each one has a role to play..or two.. life has manifold characters display before us..we change and attain those as per need or whim..this way we emerge as a different person each day…
I figure out my ways..I discuss my secrets with my heart and mind as a soul. Yes.. when alone I can not be lonely for I am deep in thought and feeling about those dreams that I had fought and got..and those I lost and forgot…
Decide..how ;)… when you find ..that you are alone
No one smiles with you or for you..its time to smile at the mirror :)))
Nobody loves you..you got to love yourself buddy..you can do it better than anyone. No one actually walks beside you..then walk alone..your partner wasn’t making the distance any shorter. Believe me.
No one keeps you as the special one..thank God! you know who are the”special” people..yes 🙂
No way..you can get close to a heart..be happy you got yours intact.
Life is lived by yourself, you can decide whether you want it to be a sad grumpy one or cheerful happy..remember..people are like mirror reflecting and sometimes breaking down..but never can you feel..for they got a shield..thin..always showing you..your face..how ugly you are to them..and then they search for new preys..so in this jungle ..the survivor must be brave and talented..you live and die alone..so be happy..nobody shares your grave
When was the last time I logged in to read ?
Asked the google when I forgot my password
Well , it was a Gmail I used for account Perksplay
It had perks and I did play
right or wrong ..don’t know
but am sure one day my twitter will be gone
I have forgotten to be or not to be..the owner of Gmail
yep..lost my identity 😉
can you believe?
I tried endlessly to recall
all the words I used to pass…
but none worked..am screwed up
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..
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
What love means to me
ask me again to remind or feel
it is like chocolates in real
Love is addiction it has some seduction
Some affection , some play it like game
Some try it for fame
It is so sticky and wrapped beautifully
so from outside no clue
Yet, as you unwrap and bite
as it melts and sticks to you
then you lick it to finish
as it disappears ..you want it to re appear for you
that soft, sweet and bitter taste
it lingers on tongue
and flames up your face
you close your eyes and feel it better
you want it again and again
Oh ! love is simple and plain
Not always no..not that I write too much ..I re-read less. I find so many things pop up in my time..I seldom get time for myself..imagine someone show me ..what I wrote..and forgot ! oops..that shouldn’t be the case.
I love to write..as a reaction , with passion and fire..but seldom can I write to the level of getting printed..and in a book form..well that is like a dream come true..we all know if we want to make things happen we must work..work.and work..but do |I ?
I normally think that work means ..designing spaces..because I get paid for that..thank God! otherwise my husband will certainly question me..about the expenditures I make for attending office.
I love to write..voice opinion or just bla bla..and I ponder when anyone..including myself..does too much bla bla..it is then I tend to forget.
On this Valentine I gift it to you
my soul , my love ..everything for you
take me now..hold me with care
my love is for you..if you can dare
sparkling eyes ..smiling lips
just love ..no lust
Just love a must 🙂
Can you trust..?
feel the thrust
nothing above 😉
wait for me
or make me wait
Love is not a tempting bait