Tuesday, September 30, 2008

lucky

gori teri ankhen kahein,
raat bhar soyi nahein.


Sunday, September 21, 2008

birthday song

The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie no more you can bet
I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget

I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what’s mine is ours
If it doesn’t remind me of
anything

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

they think i've lost it completely

She smelled of strawberry fields and sunshine, thought the elephant in the room, as she cocked her head to one side and frowned. She preferred sitting next to, not touching, the lover, habibati, Verliebte. She is stuck in this temporary wedlock of sexual convenience and cliched one-liners. It is all strangely befitting, it can either go this way or that, but she prefers not to think about consequences at the moment. His body melted with her cocoa butter touch and thats all she needed to be satisfied with.For now.
His pale body under her soft hands, skin stretching to show off its ductility. He didn't fit right, anywhere really, but since when has it worked out with people who do fit? Since almost never. And she didn't care anyway. Because all there was, the cool evening, dim lights, them, that was what she wanted to focus on. The window was thrown open, the bed stripped of its covers, and a game of water-spitting was in full swing. It bothered her how little there was to talk about sometimes, bothered her that she was dealing with two completely different people with the same face, bothered her how there was no botheration at all whatsoever. The hair, the eyes and those lips...oh those deliciously symmetrical, perfectly colored lips...
There is something that wants to come out, something that wants to just sit there and be massaged, there's no need for words. Just scents, rubber balloons, stolen glances and knowing smiles.

Just...

stories from the city


Can you hear them?
The helicopters?
I'm in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me in the eye directly
You met me
I think it's Wednesday
The evening, the mess we're in




The city sun sets over me
The city sun sets over me



Night and dayI dream of
Making love to you now baby
Love making on screen
Impossible dream


And I have seen
The sunrise over the river
The freeway, reminding of
This mess we're in


What were you wanting?
I just want to say
Don't ever change
And thank you
I don't think we will meet again
I really must leave now
Before the sunrise
Above skyscrapers
The sin and
This mess we're in


The city sun sets over me
The city sun sets over me

Thursday, September 04, 2008

wtf sla, call me already.

easy now.

We both sleep in our big big beds, the sounds of the city streaming unconsciously through closed windows. The moon bursts when our thoughts collide, stumbling into a captivating cloud of smoke and dreams. The grass turns a different shade of green as our crimson bodies lie helplessly entwined.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

make it hott

She smelled bitter when I kissed her.
The music exploded into existence, like water fairies and pixie dust.
Birds and byrds shriek at the sounds of death looming too near.
Dreams are so interesting when you're wide awake.
pretty boy for pretty girl.
Her eyes freeze at the sight of him. How can eyes freeze? Who knows. A lot of impossible little things happen when people daydream.
Not writing leads to many fun dreams.
' Stop being like a paparazzi'
'.....sowwie..'