Each moment...
Each day...
You grow, like everyone I see...
I notice how you change...
But never did I...
Do you know why...
Probably, you don’t...
Yes, all I can do is cry...
So do you...
But our tears are different...
My tears are just blood...
That is all, that seeps...
From my eyes, otherwise so bright...
As I cry...
Be scared of me...
But pity me too...
Because I am...
Alone...
I am a...
Vampire...
Being me…
Christmas is all around me!
I feel it in my toes,
Christmas is all around me,
and so the feeling grows
It's written in the wind,
It's everywhere I go,
So if you really love Christmas,
C'mon and let it snow?
You know I love Christmas
I always will
My mind's made up
The way that I feel
There's no beginning
There'll be no end
Cuz on Christmas,
You can depend
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And I gave mine to you
I need Santa beside me
In everything I do
You know I love Christmas
I always will
My mind's made up
The way that I feel
There's no beginning
There'll be no end
Cuz on Christmas,
You can depend
Cuz on Christmas,
You can depend
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love me
C'mon and let it snow?
C'mon and let it snow?
So if you really love
C'mon and let it
If you really love me
C'mon and let it
Now if you really love me
C'mon and let it snow?
I should’ve said no, really.
Those fine, rich lips moved towards my ear, "Come, let’s go!"
No, I said.
She kept speaking, words burrowed like little whispering love-dreams into my brain, "I will show you the universe. You have to come with me to know, what you’ve missed all this while."
I said No, yet again. But my heart-beats were too strong to be ignored.
"I can play you the tune of love!"
“No!” Despite my refusal I knew I was getting drawn to her.
"Don’t you want to see how the sunshine glitters off sand on far-flung beaches…"
No, I tried to be firm.
"...as the sun leaves the sky!"
"No!" I almost shouted.
Twitching her lips, she smiled, "Tell me are you scared of committing a sin?"
No, not really.
"What scares you, then?"
Frowned, I told her how I'm scared of being burnt by the copper that reflects in her hair."
"So," A vicious smile bloomed upon her lips, "you think I’ll harm you?"
"Naah, not at all”
She pressed even closer to my ear, those luscious lips whispered her final thought, compelling enough, "Then just come with me now..."
I just kept my eyes for the next few moments and could feel my life suddenly getting sucked out of me.
She just smiled.
No. I really should have said No.
“..Luscious lips,
And so beautiful,
And when she smiles,
Those eyes reflecting love,
That pretty smile,
Like that last ray of sunshine,
It makes the heart beat faster!”
Love, the dew that falls on both nettles and lilies!
Anam calls him a a writer, a poet. But in reality Arjun is just a dream-weaver with too many thoughts in his mind. He never believed being in love, just pretending but kept writing about it.
“When our lips touch,
It’s not just a smile,
Not any dream ,
Or even breathing,
...
I just live!”
Anam had to say goodbye even though her heart was beating weak against her emotion-filled chest. With every drop of blood that ran through her veins, her wrists felt tensed; but she stayed back, back. Her breastbone felt caged – her heartbeats shouting out loud like a murderer begging for mercy.
“No, I never was in love.
And you thought, I wouldn’t know
The feeling?
My body is alive, soul dead;
My eyes are dry, tears dried.”
I wonder —
Now when Anam is gone he gradually breaks down. A thunder inside his throat, trying to swallow lightning. He couldn’t feel anything anymore, shivering with cold; she took the sun with her when she left leaving him frozen. The warmth of love is no more, she is around him no more.
“As I lie sleepless,
Late at night or the early of morning,
I can hear my heart issingingscreaming for her.”
Arjun hated himself for never being true enough to speak the truth and to tell her the love, he always felt for Anam.
“I remember her eyes singing to me,
See you soon up there among the stars."
Arjun could never sleep, but just kept dreaming
“Yes, as they say poets do make good liars.”
You and me, in paradise!
I always knew this would happen,
But never so early!
She is at a breathing-distance,
Looked gorgeous.
Subtle and warm,
I know it's coming
I sense it happening!
Her softness pressed against mine
Her lips sparks mine
She gives into my desires
Realised how much I craved for her.
Intensifies,
Our wishes saw no end then,
But it had to.
And it does, reluctantly!
Souls touched through our lips,
She wraps herself up with me.
Our first kiss,
Beautiful.
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I’ve been loving you for too long.
I was five and you were four. My Mum remembers how it was such a bother when we had Play-dates because you would take my chocolate and mash it all over your face and your skirt but could never eat a bite.
...
I was nine and you were eight. I looked for a rose to give it to you. I couldn't find any, so I went to our neighbor’s garden and picked a flower instead. No, the bee that flower had wasn’t intentional. And you caught an Allergy. And you blamed me for it.
...
I was fourteen and you were thirteen. You went to some Convent girls' school. You asked me to kiss you on your lips, and you wouldn't tell my father about the chocolates and the cookies you helped me steal from that bakery shop; but why did you kiss me back.
...
I was eighteen and you were seventeen. Even when I was about to catch that train to move to a different city for my college, I tried calling and telling you but it said ‘The number you are trying to call is busy’. And I had no patience.
...
I'm twenty-seven and you're twenty-six, but now I've got a girl who loves me, and she knows how to eat a chocolate, looks for the intention behind the thorns, lets me kiss her unconditionally and she is never busy for me.
...
And I think I am over you now, or not?
