It exists, this reality of riding on the back of a motorbike with someone intangible weaved of fabricated thoughts existing in the realm of dandelion puffs a belief that this is eternity that the purpose of life itself has been catered around simply holding you in my arms and that life is now complete there’sContinue reading “Zenith of all realities”
Back in the time of Vishvamitra, Making love under the sunlight Your hand on my hand And an orange flood of light Warm hues in the sky, earth, and the seas Yellow mellow scents; orange blossoms and a crowd of marigolds A joining together type of feeling A trusting zen-like breathing
Pink and blue evening, inside, a champagne spritzing of simmering gold. Your lips, soft and mellow, smiling at my reflection from the glass. My eyes, kaleidoscope with your vision moving in a direction, inching closer to your face. Blinds, over the window hold back the dusk light dying to crack in while the music sings,Continue reading “Golden haze”
The only thing that made me happy today during a lapse of unhappiness, was this.