nostalgia...

trickling down my temple towns,

those globs of sweat, so sultry and wet,

mark the anxiety that i get 

when you are close and i tell you that 

i love you, at our first onset...

So Pristine, So Pure...

a cool shower after a sweaty day...
a gentle breeze whooshing in thru the gate...
a soft strum on my guitar...
a campus walk at the oddest hour...

the successful mass bunks...
ahh, beating the summer heat in trunks...
getting enthralled in the favourite music...
the nightouts with friends, playing tricks...

the sweet little fights when we talk...
the contentment when together we walk..
the fun, the serenity, the revelry, the seclusion...
tasted all, n here's the conclusion...

nothing, ohh nothing, soothes my heart more...
than the smile on your face, so pristine, so pure...

lose yourself...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxjkXWNqKEA

  


ripped...
bruised...
lacerated...
scared... and finally dead, i get to you...
but at least i am with you...

Money 'n' Honey...

 

You can't buy Love with Money... but love, for sure, is freakin' expensive...

Here without you...

Everything is set ablaze…

But 'something' makes me too blind to believe that it can get any worse (every time it worsens) and so, though nebulous, but a hope breaths inside (that at the end of the day suffocates to death).

When even the skies show signs of ruin with clouds of gloom taking over the reins and winds sneer back at me, 'something' makes me rise against (though I end up bruised).

This ‘something’ ushers me to be like what I had never been… 

You know what this 'something' is???

It’s you…

Sometimes I wish I were your shoes…If I were, at least I would have been close to you.

Apocalypse.... (in its etymological sense)

We may not have it altogether... But together, we have it ALL...