Slinging scribbles

I saw you striking the pose, Or maybe you tried, With those blissful eyes, Pausing at the tiny device. The cheeks burnt for the brunt of the sun, Filled up with blisters instead of the smoothness one savours for, But unfettered you were, Least interested in what the skin did fare. The lips smeared with rashes, Trying hard to kiss one another, But you showed no sign of grudges, Perhaps being used to those nudges. The hands confident of a striking pose, That similiar to the city girl, Perhaps even similiar the dreams, O girl,can you reach the limits of  its beams? The legs stronger than them, But for the cracks edging out the toes, Like a dry passage, Reaching an undelivered message, But, O Geeta,I fell for you, For those mischievous eyes, For that parody of pose, For those blisters,so even the cracks. For i found what i never found all over here at your age, The pumping breast breathing for me in disguise, Letting me smell you,kiss you and caress you ...

how excited i was to see you,to feel you,to grasp you; as we met at a distance which failed to set us apart for ever. how happy i was to gaze at you, to smell you;the familiar scent that had engrossed me in you for years. if every word were to lose their beauty to you, then my scribe would be such a shame eyes behind those veil,smile of a distinct flair, wouldn't my kiss,if i could,be considered a sin,to tell thee a few. your lips,thin as though the petal of an elusive flower, made the most urgent touches to your words in peace, as the incandescent glow on your face mesmerized me with its perfection . but forever seemed too far as the curse of time kissed us, and so thou had to leave like a dew; no wonder i couldn't bid you a proper adieu...

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...