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Drizzle is something,Brain which frizzles,Amass the soul,To soothen.Face up the sky,Arms fatten,Partly swamp body,Fully calms the soul.Ohhh, that dexterity,That serenity,That feelingOf moment to die for.That when,You drizzle my body,My mind.As you dribble,Love fills the space,Heart brims,Those euphoric emotions,I gather each,Not to squander one.Such is the power of,Drizzle, the drizzle of your love.

Pure Love.

“My love is pure, But you are unsure.” I want to say, That I want. I want a touch, But let you touch. So ask for it, to say, “Your the only one, I allowed this touch.” I will complain the sanctity. Because, you are unsure, But my Love is pure.. I want a touchy…

The Pain

Pain of waiting, Pain of longings, Pain of desire to be in someone’s life, The love of your life. Be determined, Love will be back. The resentment is strong, But forbearance is the need. Exonerate yourself, Grow faith. Love is a stronger emotion. Let tranquillity be achieved, After all, someone misses you too.


Life is tiring, But you don’t be tired. See, death will put you asleep one day. Life is that quartz clock, That keeps clicking, Whether you glow, Or you you gloom.

Old Season

Old season is back again,Moist breeze of sea.Tendered petal of rose,Too scared to touch,Too reluctant to Love.The sight of serenity and innocence,Moulded by divinity and maturity.Who wouldn’t fell in Love,I am just your recent prisoner.Prisoner stuck in war with oceans and emotions,Can’t fight none.Fate is accepted,No matter if rejected.Let this love be accepted.


That air is misty…I see waterdrops so fine alongside fog…Tiny droplets wet my cheeks…I feel your touch on my lips as a kiss…

Just something..

There was a time, where I used to make an effort to pursue things I got attracted to.Now with time and experience, and the dwellings of Spirituality, I have noticed I don’t pursue anymore, its just that now I am told by nature what’s meant for me.


I see my thingsIn you…My thingsI cant see..


Love is when you realize that he’s as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford – but you’ll take him anyway.


If you live to be a hundred years,I wanna live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you…


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