A teaspoon of lust ; a bagful of dreams; and a bloody erection

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.

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.

An uninspired beginning

It's been a laid back day. The air is calm, yet dry of inspiration. And as this air gently caresses me, i nonetheless breathe it, reflecting and reminding, upon the absence of any semblance of inspiration in my life.
The irony is in the fact that my life as it is today is cool and mostly happy:) My smiling face always reassuring everyone around me .
Everyone have come across the very familiar uncle figure, who would be waiting to test you with his perfect set of questions. And here mine pops one, 'so what do you want to do with your life??'. The same question is often disguised in words like 'what is your aim?' or 'what do you want to become?'. I have never really known the answer to this one.
I at times go with the common wisdom and spare myself the lectures or the offer of mentoring. At times i just smile and pass it. But you should know that passing my uncle's question is a very difficult act to pull.
Coming back to my happy life, i think its still a long road before i get an answer, but when i do, i will be flying, with my big angel white wings, the smile of a buddha across my face. I will like a star, radiating my light across directions, bringing life around me.

P.S. Looking forward, i want to work hard for a year and then backpack to old europe for 2 months:)))))