Angelica...just an expression !!!

Those eyes hold beauty beyond an admirer's dream...
Clad in wonder I could never forsee.
The silent gazes will  I  never understand...
That makes me obey like a kindergarnet child.

Is it your lips that I just love  to stare at ?
Or the pinkness that enhances my eagerness...
Oh how much I wish to command,
The attention the butterfly eyelids demand !!!

Is it my imagination...yeah you sure an illusion...!!!
Angels on earth...I think I am getting delusional...:D
If this is a dream I never wanna awake...
For in your lap I would glady spend my life away...:D :D


P.S : Try reading just the italics words. :p

Racked Quesions !!!

Does my touch feel magic...to run butterfly down yo stomach...
Does my touch have an essences to enlighten yo emptiness...
Does my touch make yu feel gr8 on d lowliest of days...
Does my touch have the glimmer dats turns shadyness into bright n gay...
Does my touch make yo wrap like an album slipped in snaps...
Does my touch make you glow like trickles of morning snow...
Some moments of past,
Some tears shed so fast
Like clouds gathering for a monsoon gala,
Like dewdrops proposin nature's saga
Across the wastelands of my mind
I see a figure distraugh,maybe blind
Askin for arms not of dollars,
Jus some love from convicts n learned scholars
Coz love aint bound by religion or creed
Its just every human's greed

The Dance (Trance) floor

Those moments in her arms,
Under the shadows of time...
When life seemed to take a round about,
I'm just glad to have survied...

Those child like eyes scream for attention,
Give a halt to your imagination.
Can something be so beautifully carved?
Her fingers fit exactly in my palms...

She may read it out aloud with her friends,
Check out this loser who has stooped beyond all ends.
No matter how hard I try and remind,
My mind disagrees she's of a human kind...

Those moments are forevern planted,
I try hard to let these feelings go unaccounted,
Someday Somewhere I wish I could have her back on the floor,
So that I could whisper all that I cudnt before...

I hate you...still loving you

I hate the way you blankly cut phone

and I hate the way you plainly refuse

i hate the way you feel insecure

I hate it when you dont let me stare

i hate your when you question my thoughts

and the way you read my mind

I hate you so much it makes me sick

It even makes me rhyme

I hate it

I hate the way you are always right

 I hate it when you lie

i hate it when you make me laugh

Even worse when you make me cry

I hate it when you are not around

and the fact that you dint call

But mostly I hate the way

I dont hate you, not even close.