Monday, February 17, 2014

To love myself with your lips

                                                                 


We surely miss one another in the gaps, need a perfume sprayed of one another in regular intervals, it’s the need of ours
                                                          


Whether you believe you are surrendering and allowing reality to occur, or bending it to your will, the nature of reality does not change.
Only you do.
                                                                      


I see you, in stars, I hear you, in passing winds,  but inside me is frozen in time;
This ageless hunger , the gravity of waiting.
To taste the earth between your arms.
To love myself with your lips.
                                                          
      

When the sun rises, it is very gentle and not very strong.
Then it rises high, shine comes out of it, and it’s so strong that we can’t even look at it.
After that, it again falls down and loses its strongness  and power and sets silently.
It’s life of a strong man, born and die weak, but live strong. And the cloudy days represents the weakers.
                                                                  

The time is NOW...and the space is HERE....wherever we are....whenever we are.


 Yar 
                                                                        


                                                                Mhargz GV    

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