Slinging scribbles

My love, will you sing me a lullaby? That makes me sleep and not care about the day I wake. In your soft palms, I wish to rest my head, And forget that mind can actually think. I wish to snuggle in your blanket, And glue my feet to yours. For I wish to believe we are conjoined, if only for the night! There is not an iota of my body that I want to leave behind, There is not a part that I don't want to carry, For every kosher bit of mine is waiting to be enlightened by your relic! O my lover, please put me to sleep, Sing me a lullaby, For its in your voice, I find my rest. For that's where the nightingale finds its nest.  

Lives were always meant to be a part of change,the world believes in regardless of the soul who meekly surrendered to its needs.The life i put under the words went through the same;nothing new,yet written by few. "love is always innocent.it hardly goes beyond the pump of the heart,speaks what she likes with a closed heart!i experienced it!yes,yes i felt it.eyes talked their way out of the muttering masses.We cared for each other as if the world had come to a pause to take the note,learn a lesson or two from the soulmates,on how to love and being loved the same way.Emotions played a bigger role than the expectations from the actions.we dreamt of the shining stars that lit our way as we walked through the sunset with a breath that shared us with the bay!And i had this early love which i felt was the amazing walk of my life." The life i view now may put me under the scanner for the negativity i share with it.May happen that am described as the citizen of some obstinate conser...