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In La La Land

I am flying Next to a blue butterfly I am feeling My heart turn into a yellow sky I am singing As we pass a heavenly garden I am enjoying As we smile back to a friendly sun I am in la la land I see a bedroom in red Covered with rose petals Near dancing waterfalls Below the charming moon Far from the sleeping sun Ooh la la ……

Listening …

I am listening to the song you mentioned, soothing like you when you are not sad. You like what I like, and that gets me high. For you, I love to cry; my tears of happiness, you are. I am still listening though the song is over, listening to the silence in the air. And I see you running like a child, wearing green, in a yellow flower field, giggling,…

Kill My Heart!

I don’t want you to save it; I want you to kill it! Yes, kill it! Kill it, kill it, kill my heart! Squeeze it, drain its blood out, and rip it apart! Then throw it into the fire; let it ashen in the burner! Let it dry like a raisin in the sun, and let it be eaten by the crows and the vultures! If you can’t have it,…

This is not a poem

I just wanna let you know that I am right now feeling so happy, and you are the reason, and am glad you are. I feel warm. I feel yellow. I feel as if am watching the rain with you. I can just hear the droplets, falling down. Oh! And there you are like the sun shining in the middle of it all! Glad to have you in my life!…

Her Passion

Her passion attracts me like fire attracts moths! This isn’t even a confession. Oh, how she burns, worse than the devil’s whips! And I like it! That’s my no-guilt pleasure; I want it more, more, and more; I want more, more, of her; I want her to consume me like an ocean of fire! I want her to torture me like a sadist torturer; I have no fear! My heart…

“Love Me If You Dare”

“Love me if you dare,” she said. And that was what I exactly did. I dared. I loved her. I so opened my door. But guess what happened: she ran away; she got scared; she became so frantic, which I felt was so tragic. I still let her sit somewhere in my heart; I let her occupy a corner of it, and am totally okay with that. Who cares, right!!?…

Home Sweet

Home sweet home Here I come How I missed you How I missed your homeyness I hope you missed my presence too My small apartment, small like me, my shelter, my hiding spot from danger, from cold or heat. Oh, well, you are only mine as long as I can pay the rent. What do I own in this world anyway? Not even my own body! When the time comes,…

School of Love

I will keep on going to the school of love until I master the art of loving. I won’t take a pass or fail, nor will I consider grading. I will stay in the school to understand why I sometimes feel confused, void, or unloved. I will keep on learning, I won’t quit. I won’t listen to the cynic me that tells me every now and then love doesn’t exist.…