Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Desired to be Loved.


Wanting,
lusting,
to be held,
to be loved,
to feel warmth,
to feel your beating heart.
Wanting to be sheltered from the cold,
heartless winds.
Falling into invisible arms;
into an abyss of love.
Wishing,
hoping,
that my desires will be filled;
my desires of loving warmth.
Wanting to be held,
comforted,
loved.
Dreaming of passionate embraces,
of tender kisses,
loving words,
romantic nights.
Waiting for undying love.

THE WOMEN


Her soul is a tide of different paradise.
Once fell in love can never rise...
Praised like diamond, behaves as stone...
Many eyes’ many lies her heart is unknown....

A rose in a book smells like a woman.
She is a secret, lies in darkness of men.
An illusion to someone, to someone a thing of pride.
Don’t let anyone to know, why she cried.

Following her shadow is the sweetest crime.
Can turn into witch at any moment of time.
Myth says, her deeds were never clear.
A lot of bloodshed due to a golden deer...

In sleepless nights, I see face of a cursed beauty.
Looks like widow of sun, left all alone in dark city.............. {MOON}
I can spend next 100 years seeing her and it wouldn’t be a wasteful life...
She sacrificed all she had, just to see a child happy.............. {Mom}