I feel aroused

I feel aroused.

With a male body before me.

A Fuck-able face.

Well that’s how I will define you.

Coz I don’t find you beautiful.

And in parts also hate you,

But for today evening your eyes suddenly seem desirable.

Your body I want to melt with,

N your cockiness,

Also seems not so obtrusive.

So what do I wait for.

When you change,

From your Wetness,

When you give me a hint of the nudity beneath your towel,

Rubbing your crotch for a moment,

Partly aware,

and very mildly suggestive

I feel Desire.

Lust.

And I want to realize it.

But wonder if you wonder the same.

It feels weird at times,
when u half-full or know wnothing about yourself,
not until You really have faced yourself,
not until then,
do you know.
anything,
anyone in that same light,

not even your own happiness..
I am extremely hapy today. Somebody has agreed to do something , which i had thought he will never do. I had thought i had failed myself and hence him. I don't know what redeemed. It was only his attitude. His unsinking faith. So simple. So strong. As if he was waiting, and I was the one , once again, doubting. Making it a bsis of my decision.

Truth is a deceptive word. You want to believe something. and what you want to believe can sometimes appear to you as the truth. not penultimate. But then you stop looking for it, beyond that. That truth. That which you cannot know , until You have experienced. That happiness, which you cannot feel, until You have strived for it. Died once . twice. and again. In the knowledge of that happiness.Of its coming. Of the dawn. That one. I hav e only seen a glimmer of it.( Of that courage. Of that beauty. Of grace of life beyond.....)

Tonight before going for a film. My dreams intertwined. Breathe together and shine and keep shining through the crevices in my deadwood. Of a life awakening. Chrysalis. I want to be beautiful.

I....her....him...

To my mind,
comes a tune.
I hum it too,
and then i stop,
NO, not when it's over.
But somewhere in the middle,
..........

..........
..............
.......
...........there where you think you are.


I can't hear when you sing,
And i can't here you at all,
I whisper to know.......
And I whisper to know(if i am here, if i am here)
A pause in my thought,
a qustion again..

There's a beauty in pain,
that we all fail to see each time we feel it,
that it is the rite of passage,
passages of time,
a time of direction,
that lets you wander in your own,

moorings of your own.
and wonders of thought,
and wonders of my-you-my-you..you-me-meyou,
You wonder if it was a spelling error like the print on this page,
Or was it really a 'meyou'.
where...
"I ended,
but didnt quite,
and then you began,
but hadn't you already?"

of nothings..and thought-less forgivings..
(why less of thought ? why less..no thought? why then my thought that ^)
.........
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