I love you

You cast your shadow in my way:
I melt as winters snow
beneath a afternoon warmth
Fall as rushing waters
cascading into wavelets.
Drown in depths of
desire, promiscuously.

In simple words,
For you, My heart beats and moves.
Like the motion of the grasses
When the wind lays them down
Across the meadows;
Like a whisper breath of spring
Unwrapping buds in quiet magnificence.

I want to see
Your dreams, in the darkest of nights.
I want to smile as you blush
and giggle with you

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Life

I was lying on my bed, about to loose myself in the world of dreams, but couldn't. I started to wonder the meaning of universe, the exact meaning of life. I thought for about an hour, why I am alive? Why everyone's living their life? I came to a conclusion, what if this life is just a training course, and if you fail in one life to complete the training, you live another physical life. The point is to recognize that every thing you do, and that every action you take, is an action of the mind, not your true spirit. To try to 'train your spirit' is the main motto you'r alive. Emotions, love, hate, sadness are actions of the spirit not destiny. The unexplained questions in life, are actions of the spirit. Time is an illusion, created by the minds. Before this life, there were other challenges, and after this one, there will be more, and then we will face the ultimate prize, heaven. But not as we see it. It would be a domain where there is no one to hate, and everyone would love and respect each other. There would be no time to kill, because the illusion of time would be gone. We would witness unlimited new emotions, and it would be the most wonderful thing ever! So thats what I thought, lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling.

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A Warm Night

day has been incinerated,
for all that is left is night
Gradually Moonlight embarks through my window
as I lay awake in
melancholy perturb.
the stars liquefies and flows
like rays
sensually coating my body creating an unusual interest.
As she  enters my bedroom.
She stares with an evil touch and I could see a crystal inside her eyes that's reflecting an erotic future.
Stars twinkled their blush as she holds my hand.
Taking my clothes of 
Oh! So Gradually
her large hands securely wielding the creamy white handles,
firmly manipulating them until
just a trickle of foamy liquid flows forth.
She faces me, her eyes, reflecting pools of love,
lock on each other. embracing, both, with body and soul,
Eyes melt together in the steamy atmosphere.
memories flood as her neck arches and my wet kisses cover her throat.

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Caged

His dream was disturbed on this trembling ground
because he was chained and left alone to stare around
He screamed for help, freedom, but every word floated in vain
He tasted the pain of the never ending rain
He wanted to discover the beauty of the earth
He never thought of being chained after his birth
He cherished his moment when he was a little pup
But now, he could feel himself being caged up
He tried and tried to cross the front door
But he is chained, so it pains him more and more
He looked above and stared the sky
He wanted freedom, he yelled and cry
He wanted to smell the fragrance of rose
and beauty of sunlight
But he found no one to fight for his Living right
Each night he was left chained in the cold.
This way, all of his life was sold.
He still begged for freedom in his deep voice
But, he knew that being chained is his only choice
He had loads of secret feelings inside

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Need You

t's 4am in the night and I write this letter to you. I hope you read it before I wake up. I hope. ♥
'Trust is like an eraser, it gets smaller and smaller after every mistake'
In your pair of eyes that stared at me, I got captured in a place of purity and the innocence of your soul ♥ and..and
I departed.: '(

I need you. ♥ Each minute that passes devoid of you next to me seems more and more depressing. I had been depressed since the day of our last good-bye.: (My entire time is like a fire that gradually burns out. Being at a distance from you merely kills the life out of me. It seems like I'm a breathing spirit with not anything to grip on to but the recollections of us as one. ♥ ♥
I need you and I am missing you all the more. Despite my being alone, I still hope. I hang on to the thinking that I will be home shortly and that each minute I chop out from the calendar is a minute closer to you. I am yours eternally and in spirit we share our love in dreams. ♥ ♥ ♥
I need you and I am missing you. Each minute that passes devoid of you next to me seems more and more depressing. I had been depressed since the day of our last good-bye. My entire time is like a fire that gradually burns out. Being at a distance from you merely kills the life out of me.: (It seems like I'm a breathing spirit with not anything to grip on to but the recollections of us as one. ♥ ♥
. I need you and I am missing you all the more. Despite my being alone, I still hope. I hang on to the thinking that I will be home shortly and that each minute I chop out from the calendar is a minute closer to you. I am yours eternally and in spirit we share our love in dreams. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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I am sorry

'It could break easily, be very careful.

If its broken, you can't fix it, it won't fix

In case you're wondering

What I'm giving you

Something very sensual, and beautiful

Its my heart

Vulnerable and incredible.

I trust you, so keep it safe and warm'

She uttered these lines,

and what did I gave her?

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Wat did that feeling play'd role in my first love? *Possessiveness* and *emotional breakdown

Water,

As long as you keep your hand gently open and allow it to remain there,

It will never leave your palms, saluting your gentle care.

However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it,

It will spill through the first cracks it finds. These few lines surely arrests some artful substance in it.

A pulsating organ never lets her loved one's brown eyes roam..

His every second, she wanted to own.

He is Mine, all mine, her heart always cried.

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Is this justified? ? ?

Your love was always shallow and certainly missed the depth of truth.

With you, my life used to turn pale like a dead rotten fruit.

Still I loved you unconditionally with elegance and passion.

And inturn you destroyed my life and left my body ashen!

We fought alot although the world did'nt saw.

but, I always attempted to prove that it was my fault and not your flaw.

Still you stabbed me and left me alone.

Where's the sweetness of the warmth you had intially shown?

Is this justified?

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My Hollywood journey.

While staring through a local magazine the other day

I saw an ad for actors with the skill of stamina and stable mental state.

the word was new to me, but they promised a dream pay -

I wrote the number on my palm and figured this was my luck and fate.

At home I rang the number, it was answered by a bloke,

I told him I had talent and stamina, he replied that's really good,

he said I have an appointment tomorrow, and don't bring any cameras.

I went to bed a happy man, and dreamed of Hollywood.

I left my camera phone at my home,

then drove to the address I had,3km south.

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Who Was She? Where Is She?

My eyes fluttered and opened. I looked dazedly into the eyes of an angel, gradually, I began the conversation with elegance and passion...

I stared at her gloomy sparkling eyes, loosing my soul inside the depth of the ocean, her smile, but all of a sudden I stumbled walking.

'Are you okay? ' she asked worriedly, her forehead creasing adorably with sweetness and compassion.

I nodded, taking the time to check her out. SHe had dark stormy eyes that made her want to swoon.

She had deep innocent dimples, That Was enough to drive me to other side of the moon.

She was a little angel and the wings sprouting from her back were black and leathery, like a bat.

She blushed her hands over my shoulders and a white colored energy radiation encircled my hands like a cat.

'Wait a second, ' I said, and ran that thought by my brain again: the wings from her body were sprouting her back…

'You have wings? ! ' I choked, and fainted again beneath my shoe rack.

Two minutes later I regained consciousness. I looked around, but the bat-girl was nowhere to be found.

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