Friday, September 2, 2011

If nothing then...

And its love, a little of compassion
With some more passion and burning fire,
If nothing then you can name it lust.
I spread my arms, stretch my fingers to trace you out of somewhere
I found some one, that’s not you, not at all you.
When do all dreams come true? Maybe fantasy this is…
So I pull him closer, and he grips my hair,
I divulge, I like, I say, love can wait…
If nothing then you can name it lust.
Days go, weeks pass, seasons change,
Again I see the budge happening,
The budge from fantasy to dream…
Out there I am again, to trace you out of somewhere,
Will this be the love I yearn or yet one of my phase I lust..
Between the conventional and the unconventional caught up me,
Churning the thoughts and the heart, I marvel, I see..
and then it strikes,
Let the storm blow me along, let I feel the madness along
Soon a day will rest me, I know,
Till then I be with some more passion and burning fire,
If nothing then you can name it lust.

1 comment:

  1. "when do all dreams come true?" - love it darling!

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