...makes me confused...makes me drowsy....makes me heavy...
n' makes me high.....makes me feel the unfelt...
n' it makes me feel the same everytime it grasps me.....
still feels like the first time though!
from those droplets of first drizzle
that flows across your body...
to that sense of tickle
that you feel sometimes when you're cold
even though you feel someone just touched you
even when no one did...
from those searchin eyes for that unfound hair clip
hands still holdin the hair back...
to those heavy waitin eyes for the unknown that even
makes you smile just when you tuck your
hair right behind your ears...
from that touch of those dew drops with bare foot
when you walk on that grass
without even thinkin why...
to that sense of fearful drawback when you only managed to burn your finger
with the lighted match stick...tryin to listen somethin
which you're not meant to....
from that sparkle in your eyes which i see when you laugh
your heart out...
those tremblin lips everytime you try to stop
those tears to flow....
from those thrashings....those statements
to prove me wrong...
to that hush....those silent lullabies
to make me sleep....
from those times when you just missed the sneeze
which you wanted to make....
to those first broken words you say after you are awake
before you even fully open your eyes
when your hair is still all messed up...
from that want in your eyes when
you want to dance in the rains....
to that rage in your skin when
you don't get what you want....
from that drop of water that swims across
your naked waist....
to that sound of the whippin towel that you use
to dry your wet hair....
from those traces of blood
from your dry winter lips....
to those hints of sweat you shed
when you feel nervous....
till all those points of submission
from all those points of aggression...
...makes me confused...makes me drowsy....makes me heavy...
n' makes me high.....makes me feel the unfelt...
n' it makes me feel the same everytime it grasps me.....
still feels like the first time though!
8 Comments:
Is July to be blamed for throwing a lit matchstick to a haystack of volatile emotions that lay locked in the recesses of your heart.
Is July the catalyst that set off your sensuality in motion & triggered a reaction in my veins...
@nomadic_waves -->>..i wished if impetuousness was guided by seasons....instinctive impulses be narrated by months....i wished if these platonic combustions could be finally suppressed by this July rains...
Wo! Boy, I sure am seduced!! ;)
Just kiddin! That is just so amazing! Youre really are gifted!
@mirage -->>..yeah..gifted...that will be me again!...but hey...a bow from this original vagabond...as a mark of respect for your remark...
@lunatic -->>..don't have to wait for a miracle if you can be that miracle...don't have to look for soft grasses to walk on..if your bare foot can be the softness for those hard naked grounds...
@lunatic -->>..
ONLY SUNLIGHT WAS SPARKLING THE HEART...
yes, i can see...you need to cut your heart out...for that sunlight to enter n' sparkle the blood inside....but i can also see...there exist a lot of hope for "an open heart"...that too "in the sunshine"...which also makes me wonder...who can let anythin of this gravity..simply pass him by!!
description of your beloved!!!
nyways nice thoughts
laying emphasis on the subtle aspects which just go unnoticed
from that sparkle in your eyes which i see when you laugh
your heart out...
those tremblin lips everytime you try to stop
those tears to flow....
@dhruv -->>..descriptions can be deceivin....i guess i said this to someone before..n' i'm sayin it again....everythin thats bein said n' heard is but a perfect concoction...but yet the fact still remains....truth is still stranger than fiction..
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