my love affair...

I haven't been with her for long
but ours is a bond unbroken
she keeps busy with her day to day life
but i know she years for me everyday
as i yearn for her
and when we occassionally catch up
she flirts with me as she did when we first met
playing it subtle at moments
or roaring for my attention
a soothing voice in either tone
she talks to me and wonders
that didn't i miss her...what took me so long
her smooth surface is eager to rub againt mine
she is a demanding one
whilst she cuddles me in the evening and does general chatter
in the mornings she wants me pumping and sweating
and tired i fall in her lap
and i realize how much i love her
how much she loves me
there is happiness and peace
and not that we dont fight
oh sometimes she grows dark and angry
she scares me when she's so fiery
but i know beneath all that rage
is a woman who wants to be loved
and of all the girls i have known
she's the one i think simplest to understand
her wants are primial and on the face
her love is easily felt
its a three year old love affair
and it still continues...

after months i came back to juhu beach
and my babe was as lovely as ever infact i think she looks better than last time, there's a mini garden also there now :)

a little bit of a lot

a little bit of tease a little bit of a play
a little bit of kindness and some amount of pray
a little bit of roughing up a little bit of soft side
a little bit of priceyness and some warm smiles

a little bit of fun
a little bit of wine
a little bit of embarassment
a little bit of swine

a little bit of pain
a little bit of pleasure
a little bit of the saint
a little bit of devilishness to treasure

a little bit of everything is what makes things good
and thats why i'm a little bit of everything
nice, rude, cool, prude, gross, warm, kinky, cuddly
and maybe i'm a little bit of u

The man

I am what I am and that's Why I am the Man

I may not have the strengths of ten oxen
And me by your side won't look like u got a trophy
And i don't even have a tank gun between my legs
What to tell you, i dont even care if you and i are rich

I may earn some dough and it may be good
But one day i might just ask you to pack bags
And move wid family to a farm somewhere
I hope you're good wid milking cows

I may be cuddly
Heck I may spank
And your heels might make me wanna wank
But you never know a movie might even make me shed a tear

I may carry your bags and smile
And say what the heck spend all u like
I may even cook your breakfast in bed
But don't be surprised when i crib

I pick my nose
I throw my socks
And i could give up those
But i'll still burp loud

I'll make u smile
And make even the most stressful times feel like a laugh
Heck you'll never know when you're gonna be asked for a dance
But as unlikely it may seem, am sure you're gonna cry too

As gentlemanly nice as i am
Am sure you'll see that i am a jerk too
And i hope u can love them both
Coz I am what I am, and that's why u shud want me to be your man

fear of rejection

a friend mentioned this some days back...the fear of rejection

in these games of heart played blind
there is always a risk of a bad hand
when hopes of a flush give way to a heartache
and u feel that spring is the worst season of them all

but should one for the fear of losing
pack cards and not sit at the table at all?
and give no chance to life to work its miracle
life isn't very fun if one fears living it

admittedly it is stupid to play big hands on every turn
in games of love and war prudence is a valuable asset
for when it comes to playing the play
one must decide when to fold, play small or raise the stakes

The Empty Dock & the lost Ship

I have walked a long part of this life
wondering if there is a gentle hand
against which mine shall rub
one fine foggy morning
and through distance and time
the one who I have been looking for
shall find me just by chance

And as I despair and lie awake
wondering if her boat will ever find this dock
Not knowing what she is looking for
or a map that would lead her home
it seems a frail chance
we may have passed by each other already
or may never cross each others path
what if the boat is always lost
what if this dock is always empty

Lost in our own turbulences

Life is not as tough as it sometimes seems
But we want so much that we can't even gleam
the simplicity that surrounds us
in trying to understand the depths
we forget that somethings are but too simple
reaching out far in all directions
we wander and we struggle
and let go of what is at hand
till the time it drifts away
way far too much
and then we treasure
the diamond
that we thought was coal

waiting for her

she comes she goes
like the breeze of a spring
but when will she knock by my door
and bring the blossoming bloom in

beating hearts different stories

lips to lips, kiss to kiss
each one is a different flavour
each one a different story
underneath each shell though
we all have a heart which beats loudly

our very own world

if mornings were like this
cream on toast and sugar sprinkled on them
coffee in the pot
and eggs scrambled to perfection

if afternoons were spent in hammocks
lazing arnd pretending to read a book
with some fresh lime to beat the heat
and a cool breeze lulling is asleep

if evenings were spent
dancing to a slow tune
arm in arm, dreamz in dreamz
the whole world joining in the chorus

and if nights were spent
sometimes in pure ecstacy
and sometimes just in a cuddle
sometimes just wondering how life cud've been

if dreamz were not dreamz
but our reality
i wud be the king and you the princess
of our very own world