I dream of a day when she would break out of her cocoon and metamorphosize into a beautiful butterfly together with me. We would make love in warm spring air; with flowers of her favorite colors; red, green and black; blooming away with smiles, below; and the sun above burning in our passion. Leaving a trail of pollen around us, we sway our wings and tiny hands, lapping each other with gusto.
Now to my misfortune, the dream happened to be small. "Happiness makes up in height what it lacks in lenght".:) Good night and happy dreaming.
P.S: Again like most days, in contrast to all my plans, i am going to end up sleeping late.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Will the script writer please stand up!!!
It was a perfect setting.
The heat from the past week had given way to a calm, soothing breeze. The moon having reached its true glory as its about to end another cycle of its still existence, lit up the sky. The rooftop is lifeless and quite from the lack of attention and time, awaiting to be part of some history. The two actors climb onto the rooftop. One of the actor is a tall lean man in his early to mid twenties, with boy-ish charms, still reminiscent from his yester years, and a bright angel smile on his face. The other half of the duo is a girl in her late teens, talking from her life, as she recreates for him, pictures and portrait with her small,gentle hand, swirling and waving them back and forth with grace, giving little glimpses of her. Her eyes are deep, inviting him to explore and be lost in them. There hands touch for the first time, igniting passion thats would have put Jim Morrison into a song writing frenzy.
They make out, delving into each other; loosing track of time, and their commitment to the daily life.
A perfect setting rite. The scenes follows up with a few days of pure adoration. Then she just decides to go crazy and the guy is left guessing as to what the fuck happened!! He is still confused, not so much missing the action or her physical self but the adoration that he thought was here to stay for sometime. If now the actor was thought to be of the sun sign leo, known for their love and want for adoration, then does his sun sign define him, or should he then let himself be defined by his sun sign.
The heat from the past week had given way to a calm, soothing breeze. The moon having reached its true glory as its about to end another cycle of its still existence, lit up the sky. The rooftop is lifeless and quite from the lack of attention and time, awaiting to be part of some history. The two actors climb onto the rooftop. One of the actor is a tall lean man in his early to mid twenties, with boy-ish charms, still reminiscent from his yester years, and a bright angel smile on his face. The other half of the duo is a girl in her late teens, talking from her life, as she recreates for him, pictures and portrait with her small,gentle hand, swirling and waving them back and forth with grace, giving little glimpses of her. Her eyes are deep, inviting him to explore and be lost in them. There hands touch for the first time, igniting passion thats would have put Jim Morrison into a song writing frenzy.
They make out, delving into each other; loosing track of time, and their commitment to the daily life.
A perfect setting rite. The scenes follows up with a few days of pure adoration. Then she just decides to go crazy and the guy is left guessing as to what the fuck happened!! He is still confused, not so much missing the action or her physical self but the adoration that he thought was here to stay for sometime. If now the actor was thought to be of the sun sign leo, known for their love and want for adoration, then does his sun sign define him, or should he then let himself be defined by his sun sign.
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