My Word , My Life

In the midst of uncertainity there manifests a transparancy gathering and strengthening affection am to believe this is an emotion Affluence in your love and care this is no charity to share how can this be a shame? when greedy for love is a thing of fame! We will make mistakes and learn spend money without the care to return Play, fight, cry and laugh my shoulder shall be enough Hold my hand, stroll along the beach cuddle for long, kiss me in the reach Trust me for life and walk down the aisle I am marrying you now and this is not a lie

To my love I so write a secret letter at night When people are sleep and the moon watches me weep I pour my heart in words hoping in silence it might be heard To you my love I so write how crazy is our fight This separation is hard and cold why do you make it two-fold? I pour my heart in words this time it might be worth To my dear I so write you are my pearl in white In complacent no answers are found Why do you make my heart pound? I pour my heart in words truly to put this forth

In the depth of thoughts Pops a picture so dear and charm And yeah! its me and you... Mighty night of winter; dark and cold  Under the moon and shiny stars The company of utter silence and calm Our touch the only stimulating warmth. A fragile lap and a sheltering head Careless fugitives from sleep and crowd Fingers curling my hair and lips kissing your palm Was the only wealth we lavished upon. We spoke not a word yet the ears asked nothing But our hearts secretly communicated and exchanged The soothe of togetherness, the emotions of love We were the only envious couple to ourselves.  This is a picture not in the frame or a vault Captured not by lens but by a moment paused Briefly to remind every second I'm alive That only death can part my memory and US. ps-:) Rewind to days spent together in the broken heart         Define separation in the sweetest of memories         Trust me in the midst of your hatred    

It's always been Writing that brought clarity, taught detachment , restored confidence ,built Integrity, strengthened morality , and helped retrospection. This beautiful art has often be abandoned , being betrayed, and left untouched. If it weren't words then there wouldn't have been any understanding or even emotion. Once you get to write down your thoughts , the perception of your own being changes , magnifies into a self narrated story. Very few population enjoy this vocation , and among these very few actually do and relish. Words transcends all wisdom, it is the source of all comprehension. Its the genome that grows into a glorified picture of everything you think, everything you feel, everything you see, everything you hear, and its just everything. Each time I actually write down and read it , its a whole lot about me- my own self. The sub-conscious human brain is the object of all answers to man's search for himself. We don't need a Sooth-Sayer to tell

  The emptiness inside sounds your name I try to shout and beckon you But words go fable with every nearing step I lose control to your vision in my eyes I note in diary every time you pass by About your flaxen hair dancing to the winds The dimple on your cheek when you smile And finally the 3'0clock turn to glance me admire I fight the hardest of stage during plays Flattering women and mesmerizing audience Been the Romeo you always wanted But this weak heart never whispered Overwhelmed by the tapping lips when you speak I only care to stare and admire beauty in fullest If only I'd tell you how ready  I'm But I say "I Love You" only when U're Gone....