indian-authors

Love me...with all the abandonof a sudden wild rain.

I live there...where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleeit's a place your eyes can wanderbut never seeWhere everyone accepts me,Without any pretenseIt's a place your mind can picturebut never really comprehend.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night__dream.

fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.

There is a moon,that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover__ lips.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.

To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.

Humans by nature are promiscuous. Loyalty is an aberration!

for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life__ treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

you are here.the moontides are here.and that__ all that matters.

You are the ocean to my eyes.

The Almost Forgotten Human Language is __eeling.