When ur hands hold me tight,..
I feel I can face life…
Any way as it may come..
U r there all along…
When I lie in ur arms …
Carefree like a child…
Sleep like a baby…
Coz pain is so afar…
When i see into ur eyes…
D brown shining stars…
I see the truth..
I see ur love all true…
When u hold me close…
As ur heart beating goes…
I feel so loved..
Protected under ur soul…
U put a smile in my eyes…
Sorrows driven afar…
U fill life with love..
Enough to live a thousand lives…
Playing with my hair..
As you look into my eyes..
I know itz gonna last..
Longer than thoughts might…
When u act like a kid…
Fighting with all ur wit…
U make d sun shine…
U make d world mine…
As u explain what to do…
Act like a man…
I realize lifez worth..
Only with d man…
When u take my hands..to ur eyes…
I realize d speciality lies…
In all that u love…
Loving true with all ur might…
You are all mine…
Our hearts interwined…
Love so strong…
Lovez everlasting bond…
When u hold me…
Strenght is all I feel..
Strength to face d world…
Love is all dat could be…
My heart beats for u…
Eyes search u around…
All I could ever need..
Is you by my side…
When u smile…
D sun shines…
D world seems so nice..
With u by my side…
A hand to hold on
A guiding soul…
A loving touch…
All I could ever hold…
U r more than I could ask for…
U r d light in my life…
baby u rock…
3-dz there always by ur side…
LOVE u LOADZ …….
3 comments:
its awesome........
i was always a fan of ur writing and today i was amazed....u were a gud poet nyways but i never knew u wrote stories too.....keep up the gud wrk
Hmm.. after reading all ur posts (ok.. i skimmed thru some parts..) i felt the following two things:
1. just like me.. u hav kind of an obsession with death..
2. u seemed to be obsessed with replicating and depicting (maybe personal or vicarious) suffering..
the thing about writing original literature is that its a very solitary process.. maybe the solitariest (if there is such a word) of them all..
and when u r dealing with topics which are essentially grim as per popular opinion, it becomes an even more solitary n sometimes even a secretive practice.. coz u cant reveal stuff before its complete.. and basically u hav no way of knowing when its actually complete.. coz u dont hav the liberty of taking second opinions (coz most ppl will find anything worthy of readin 'good' or 'touching' but thats not what we are luking for.. are we? )
So short story long.. what i felt was u need to nurture ur literature more.. write it n let it incubate there.. let is condense to more sucinct forms of expression.. coz to be a great writer (not that i am one.. i just read this somewhere) u need three things:
1. writing skills
2. thinking skills
3. presentation skills
u posses the first 2 in abundance, but the 3rd comes with practice n incubation..
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