Life is Irrecoverably Wasted ...

I am a lover. I remember… my color was black, the material was leather, the seduction was beauty, my justification was honesty, and the aim was ecstasy… I came to seduce you into a love of life; to help you become a little more poetic; to help you die to the mundane and the ordinary so that the extraordinary would explode in your life. I was then silently drawn by the pull of who I loved, which engulfed me with spellbinding grace and haunted in weirdness. It forced me to dream. After becoming a dreamer I could only find my way by moonlight and my punishment was that I saw the dawn before the rest of the world. I am no poet. I write memories I seize nothing inside. There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do, and poetry, my friend, is an odd jealousy—the poet never finds himself near enough to his object. My life seems like a patchwork - here and there. Scraps of pleasure and despair joined together, hit or miss. I want to rem...

I begin by counting the days, then the months. I don’t count anything anymore, except the hope that you will return, and the silent fear that in the years since we saw each other this distance—this awful distance, will have changed us both beyond reckoning. My love where are you? With hope I write to you… as I have always done. I am still waiting as I promised I would. But, I find myself alone and at the end of my wits. Today, after so many days I decided to go out for a walk. It was supposed to be a chilly night so I decided to wrap my favorite shawl around me before I headed out. Oddly enough, it took me 15 minutes to wrap it around myself. I stood there in front of the mirror; I would try to fix it but it just wouldn’t stay on my shoulders the right way. I was becoming increasingly frustrated since it was not the first time I was wearing this particular shawl. I finally just wrapped it around me however it could be wrapped and went out. It didn’t look the way I wanted it to look, ...

To really love a woman To understand her You've got to know what deep inside Hear every thought see every dream And give her wings when she wants to fly And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms You know you really love a woman When you love a woman You tell her that she's really wanted When you love a woman You tell her that she's the one She needs somebody To tell her that it's gonna last forever So tell me have you ever really Really, really Ever loved a woman? To really love a woman To let her hold you Till you know how she needs to be touched You've gotta breath her And really taste her Until you can feel her in your blood When you can see your unborn children in her eyes You know you really love a woman When you love a woman You tell her that she's really wanted When you love a woman You tell that she's the one She needs somebody To tell her that you'll always be together So tell me have you've ever really, Really, really ever loved...

You’re in love with a woman, but she’s with another woman. Yet you still try your hardest to do whatever you can. Engulfed by jealousy and rage as your heart beats in its cage. She loves you back and longs for your touch. Asking her to leave the other is just too much. One in love, the other unaware, but there’s nothing they can do except in her heart saying "I love you". She thinks of her often and encourages their love as she patiently awaits an answer from above. The only answer she’s getting is "follow your heart", but what is there to do when it’s being torn apart? The woman keeps depression in her eyes. The girl keeps secrets instead of lies. Their secret love is still kept this very day. The other doesn’t know her heart began to fray. ..'Till the day Butterfly meets her Dragon..

Now, let me be frank with you here. I am quite confused with the connotation of the word “love” nowadays. In the good old days, when everything was true and there was no place for fake values, love meant a noble sentiment that tied up two people together and made them dream of getting united for the rest of their lives. Their true feelings stimulated both of them to take responsible action towards the realization of their dream. Such love, which helps one attain his/hers psychological, emotional and physical satisfaction that creates balance in his/her life, truly brings the ultimate happiness.However, nowadays we seldom see such love. Being in a relationship is considered having fun or an experience rather than having a commitment. We come across a person, get attracted towards him/her, have some fun, even “get down with him/her” and when a relationship goes to the dumps, we switch off our emotions, say good bye and move on. We fail to show even the slightest amount of concern. Do we ...

I dreamed of a love a love so true and then from above God sent you When our eyes met I turned away Only to regret That grateful day I search in the dark To find that key That triggers the spark You put in me I want you to see That my love is true Even though we can’t be I still hold my true love for you. To You : today is your birthday.. and You still don't know I'm crazy in love with you. Happy Birthday Secret Lover.

You’ll be okay Even when the world feels too unkind You’ll be okay You’re allowed to break and still survive The tears you hide will fall someday But healing always finds its way Every crack that hurt along the way Was shaping you for brighter days And when you rise and face the day You’ll finally know You’re okay