Stupid love

I dont know whom to blame,
I blame myself
All the thing that I am expecting out of u,
I am a fool.

Forever u find me smiling,
When I talk about you or with you
But I cant see the jovial smile from u
Is there any place I am going wrong.

Everyday I wake up
Hoping to get a fresh start
Praying I can undo
The mistakes I've done to you.

Everyday it's the same thing,
My memories come to haunt me.
I never knew it'd come to this
And now I'm regretting it.

Basically I'm saying sorry..
Sorry for my stupidity.
If you find it in your heart to forgive me,
I thank you with full sincerity.

But if you find it too hard to do so,
It's all right, who can blame you?
If there's even anyone to blame, it's me..
Me and my stupidity..

Sad smiley

i've been living my alone
trying to get you out of my life
but after all this time
i can't help myself but miss you

you're once a dream that came true
an illusion that turned to reality
but suddenly, things turned differently
the way they used to be
untill such time i have no choice but to let you go

you're the reason for my sleepless nights
coz you keep stayin' on my mind
i can't help myself from feeling low
coz i'm missing you so much.

I know you love me, even more than I
Could comprehend, but why am I kept in the dark.
No ones plans are rock solid,but why didn't you tell
About skeptical plans that you would go out.

I have go thru Facebook to learn about what you did through the day,
Is that being in a relationship?? I guess not.
and the pictures, U do not share the pics of everything??
Why the demarcation?? Why the Difference??

Is this what I come home to?? Definitely not,
In 3 weeks that you have gone there, you have gone far away
I got to know that you were all mine,
That is when the crux got in. Soo sorry I have be as distant
To u as possible,thats when things will be all right.

Acapulco heat

Muscles in turmoil, lips locked
gasping faster, unresisted appreciation,
never shying, letting go
arrest the instant, bring it slow
ride the high crescendo lifting
mind untouched and spirit shifting
bursting into starry night
heart pierced through with pricks of light
sharp like needles, yet as shining
deep in flush are bodies twining
gasping for a larger breath
feel pure unresisted appreciation

How i wish I could hold you my love

I kiss your sleeping head, my love
On my faithful arms,arms that will take care of you;
Time and fevers burn away
But in my arms till break of day
Let the let my girl lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
Oh how I wish I could lie in,
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In thy ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;


Surely, confidently
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell.

Midnight, I reach for that which is not mine:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find our mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness find you fed

For you...

If only I could write a beautiful poem
I would write it specially for you,
So that we forever remain, so very true
With more than a goodness, like something new.

Like the everlasting stay of the sky so blue
Like the purple flower at dawn holding the dew,
Something that never fades away with time
Like the memories put together in a rhyme.

I always want a big smile for you
And will not be happy until you are too,
I want to spend each and every day with you
No matter what you say and what you do.

With happiness that remain all through the year
Knowing that you will always be near,
With the happy feeling of living close to you
I would write the poem just for you...

Love- the un-inundated history

"A stranger loses half her charm the day she is no longer a stranger" - Genevieve Antoine Dariaux, So, I ask myself, have you lost the charm I once held for you?? Which would mean that you no longer are a stranger and that I have an insight into how and what your thoughts are. But, I do not know.. I do no know much about you. An action on my part would always lead to a degree of uncertainty in the kind of response that it would elicit out of you. Or maybe the uncertainty is just a factor or an inkling of the ignorance on my part towards being able to understand your responses to stimulus. Which would hence undermine my premise that you no longer are a stranger. So, you still are charming for me.. YES.. you still are charming.

"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." - Plato. Really..?? As Michelangelo said, "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free".. if both great men were true simultaneously, would it not mean every rough man is a poet until the chisel of love touches him and makes an impact so deep, and a mar so beautiful that all that remains of his aboriginal form would be the angel inside him. If love could really have an impact so profound, why does every man not embrace his one true love?? Is it because of the fact that, noone would let something so sharp as love impinge upon his own facade even with the promise of embellishing one's character?? I certainly think so.. For what if the angel hidden beneath one's masquerade is one so fragile that one wrong pummel would eternally brand him, unfit for anyone else. This is exactly why the promise of true love towards someone does not move them enough to stir up an undulating love towards the other. And truly woeful it is when even so much love is but clandestine, and one keeps asking how can something so palpable stay oblivious to the other with whom one shares so much with.

"Love & electricity are one in the same my dear, if you do not feel the jolt in your soul, every time a kiss is shared, a whisper is spoken, a touch is felt,then you're not really in love." - C. J. Franks

But you never notice

I get up in the morning feeling happy and brand new
Because I know that when I come online I'm gone see you
I'm trying to act extra sweet alright
Then I realize i'm fooling myself deep inside

I look in the mirror and try to look perfect
Wanting to be your man I know that you're worth it
Then I look your way and you don't seem phased
You just don't notice me and I am all but dazed

I put clothes on while I listen to my favorite song
Hoping one day we will dance together agog
I put on my favorite body spray
Knowing i'll leave a scent when I pass your way

I went to the store and saw all the valentines day gifts
I only been away for an hour but it's you I miss
I close my eyes and see your smile
You just don't know how I love your style

I bought a dress that seemed made for a king
I wear it and still you don't notice my bling
Maybe if I loss some weight I would catch your eye
I try and try but I cant see my goal nigh

I say hI to you and you don't seem to care
Sometimes I wonder if you see me standing there
I tell your best friend how much you're on my mind
But it dont seem to get you to look at me one time

I guess we're not meant to be but I like you so much
I could only dream about your caressing touch
It's like you want to push me away but I don't know why
Everything about you says I'm your perfect guy

But getting you to notice is where I am stuck
And it might seem like I have the worst case of bad luck
But I keep dreaming ever so sanguinely
That for me your heart shall sprout sublimely

Candle whispers

Candle whispers and moony musings are not for me;
Sandy slumbers—more apt for crustacean lovers;
Roses, hearts, boxes of brown—ephemeral trifles!
In vain! In vain! Symbols fade, dissolve, deplete…

I desire not a love hallowed in sunsets
Nor one encircled in ecstatic delight
No hypnotic love thwarted in mushy verse
No slurping straws unite my love
Across crude coffee mugs
No longing looks conceal my passion,
My lust is free, free to express,
Temptation! Exist, thrive, be!
No sin in this domain.
I love not in Paradise
For Alas! Paradise was doomed!
Excesses only diminish, moderates flow, endure, intensify.

I desire a love roughened in the everyday
Slushed, smoked, dried, drenched, ripped, rigged,
Screeched, screamed, ground, tempered…moulded…
The chambers of my love—the cityscape!
The smoke of buses—the scent of my love!
The dust of trodden, driven streets—stars that venerate my love!
The smoggy nights that blur moonlight—my erotic heaven!

Clutching hands beneath rusty rexin seats
Fenced by reproachable glances—
Reveling in the faith of togetherness.
Intimate exchanges professed proudly
Drowned in the drone of hotel confessions.

Our ballroom—the highway, hand in hand
We trudge, dodge, exclaim , yelp, celebrate the drama of love!
Our feast—a modest meal in a commoners’ inn,
Our heads meet with every gulp.
Our bond—the blood that trickles from a metal cut
Mingles with the flow of summer’s bless…sweat,
Perspiration, grips strengthen—our act of love.
Glory in the act, the mood, the touch…the moment!

No wings to escape the drudge of the day
No wings wanted!
A love as real as my bodily cares
Validates me, shows me that my love is true, my love is real,
My love IS.

My love is no bridge over life’s troubled waters,
But the ebbs of the waters themselves
Reveling, rejoicing in the wet feel of mortality.