ricksajay: YOUR EYES SPEAK OF MY HEART

ricksajay: YOUR EYES SPEAK OF MY HEART

MY LOVE IS A PSYCHOLOGICAL TWISTER

my heart often pulls me up and down
and asks: will you ever be some sane looking guy!
i hardly get its kickbacks
i ignore when its too sticky to a point
but love!
its not good
it often says in a subtle refrain!!
one day i thought
lets go and have a beautifull thing for my heart
i droped my way out of metro
i thought lets see what's there at janpath
i already know a few stalls
full of funky things around
i was standing in front of jewelley corner
i was abosorbed at variety of the things
and price tag was not that high
but my brain teased me
bulshit!
what will you do with this sort of items
i kept silent
my way of behaving attracted vendor's attention
Sir, here are: see it looks too good
and i smiled in a vainfull refrain
he pulled out another item
sir, its too sexy
i smiled
it probably clicked him
he took out another item
this time i was more serious
my brain retorted back
you are damn fool
what will you do with this
i ignored with a subtle calm on my face
i took the item and paid the amount
my heart looked pleased
but the brain was frowning at my decision'
my soul was smiling
i came to my room
and booted my pc
but my love already wore it
and she looked wonderfull
my heart was very happy
but brain was calculating the money lost
and i am lost in her LOVE

I LOVE MY LOVE TO CREATE MORE LOVE

EVERY DAY IS WONDERFULL
I WAS TOLD BY MY PROFESSORS
I PROBABLY WAS TOO NAIVE TO HAVE AN INCLINATION
I LIVED MY UNIV LIFE
I HAPEN TO LIVE IN MY UNIV
REVERBERATION STILL TOUCH MY EARS
MY HEART LOOKS
MY BRAIN REMAINS SILENT
MY SOUL KEEPS ITS MOUTH SHUT
ONE DAY
A FRESH MONSOON SHOWER CAME IN MY TERRACE
I WAS BUSY IN MY WORLD
OF NO RELEVANCE
SHE CAME AND SAT BESIDE ME
I SHUFLED HER BEAUTIFULL HAIR
LOOK !TODAY I WILL PUT SOME OLIVE OIL
SHE SAID WHY
JUST KEEP YOUR BEAUTIFULL HAIR LOOK LUSTROUS
SHE OPINED :IS IT SO
I WAS NOT SURE
BUT I NODDED MY HEAD
BEFORE I COULD FIND A FEW MOMENTS
MONSOON SHOWER THUNDERED OUTSIDE IN MY TERRACE
SHE RAN OUT TO HAVE A GLIMPSE OF IT
SHE WAS WET TO THE LAST
COME! ITS TOO LONG
BUT SHE ENJOYED IN THE THUNDEROUS BREAKS
I LOOKED HER HAIR
I FELT WITH MY LITTLE FINGERS
I TOUCHED THE SOFT
IT WERE OLIVE OILED
THE GRACE OF BEAUTY
HAUNTS ME
I HAVE A SHOWER AGAIN IN MY TERRACE