Oh My God !

I have been shot And its too late to realize by whom. Well already he is twenty years older (I see Y it is such a wasted life) and Now.. hello? i saw him so-oo-oo late.. sniff.. But glad to know it made me realise how a crush feels like, all over again.

"Matt Le Blanc.. !! "Right now!!" is my line of declaration for him.

Lets see without even counting the possibility of meeting him ever I just want to pass on my most desired desires to him. Twenty Two is not that bad an age to announce it right ? This man is such a Turn On . Like.. Oh My God !!
I want him Bayyyyyydddllyy !! If only heaven could care about it anymore..

Sighh.. 'I do' beleive in miracles !!

Spill the words of My Choice

From a distance.. So near ..
Amongst the noises made by our hearts.
Provoked thoughts impedes me nowadays to hear u say..
All those words I have been quenching for !!
So baby, the next time you open your quivering basin of pink petals...
Which snubbed to balm anyone else...
For me.. From now..
Just make sure you make a movement in the tunes of "Te Quiero" .. Somehow !!

Sex...

When The 'name' is enough.
When The only times 'lust' and 'love' are undifferentiated.
When you know the countless ways to gain 'satisfaction'.
When More then a cup of coffee, you know what is to be 'addictive'.
When its easier to Remember 'numbers'.
When you admitt being close to 'heaven'.
When 'creativity' redefines the artist in you.
When, sometimes the opposites 'attract'.
When the mutest of 'silence' is required.

When all of this come in no particular order
Then it should be close to guess.. That you know what is sex !

Nonetheless !!

Stars-you
sparkles-me
chats-you
doodle-me
calls-you
conversations-me
laughing-you
crying-me
curls-you
straight-me
All-you
alone-me
Miss-you
Miss-me

Prayer

Tightly shut eyes
hands clasped together
sequenced row of candles
hair tied together
down on knees and my head touching the finger tips
I descend to the feeling of rhymes
I obey the mystic of inner divine
Transcending from this age to the other
Manifesting yesterday with tomorrow
grounding each of them with today
Shedding the fears with the pain of sorrow
Smiling upon the courage with the sprinkle of happiness
I embrace all of this
to form one prayer for each day ..

"The book of love.." -Peter Gabriel

This song .. has really touched me and has left me completely mesmerized. I imagine someone singing it for his/her beloved, when he/she is desperately offended or annoyed or upset with the other.
Beauty of a song!
Sure it did touch me, and touch me so deeply to have me put it here..
...

The book of love is long and boring!!
No one can lift the damn thing..
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing..

But I...
I love it when you read to me... !!
And you
You can read me anything.

The book of love has music in it!!
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb

But I
I love it when you sing to me.. !!
And you
You can sing me anything.

The book of love is long and boring!!
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know

But I
I love it when you give me things... !!
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings...
And I
I love it when you give me things...
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings...
And I
I love it when you give me things.....
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings.
You ought to give me wedding rings.

Where?

Journey back to you,
Or to hell,
Or to either ?

Each of them sounds similar to the second. Or it is more like the BUDDHA'S middle way (here to hell), in between two worlds, each worse then the words after and before it.

As for me, Well I choose none...

"I m still scared to face the minutes turning to hours,
In proximity to the aligned stars."