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The Sequel...

The five needs of Interpersonal Love

...The first need of every person is to spend time - quality time...

... I need to know how you feel about me...

...From where does trust originate...

.. Solitary individuals do not need trust...

... People who choose to trust tend to be happier, better liked by others, and more ethical than less trusting people....

I'm not by nature a possessive individual, so the ground rules were laid early on that we were free to hang out with whomever we wanted to. However, I made it clear, though free to make our own choices; we would live with the consequences of our choices. Initially, this was not an issue, as we spent every waking moment with each other. However six months into our relationship, my career landed me in another city, and we found ourselves in a long distance relationship. My drive to climb the corporate ladder occupied most of my time, so a social life was never a consideration for me (which worked well for her given her possessive and jealous nature).

Reciprocation of reciprocation?

Love is a feeling. A more specific delineation of that feeling cannot be given so simply & easily. Love is not desire -- love is a feeling that can be expressed and can include the experience of fulfillment. In love, the thoughts, feelings, actions and opinions of the beloved matter. There is a focus of interest, attention & caring on another person and their words & actions impact our emotions. Loving is a deeply involving process which can entail profound emotional interactions with the beloved. The ego is very much involved in romantic love. Lack of self-worth may turn love into an unexpressed secret when there is fear of possible non-reciprocation. Loving another person can make us intensely sensitive to the regard with which we are held in the eyes of our beloved. When love is expressed but love (or respect) is not reciprocated -- or not reciprocated enough -- it is the ego that hurts. When the beloved forgets about us in plans & actions -- or is otherwise insensitive -- it is the ego that hurts. This is the awful truth that so often turns "love" into hate -- the extreme bitterness & vengefulness of love spurned. Even when love does not turn to hate, the sadness & hurt of the one whose love has not been returned is a suffering of the ego -- a wounding of pride. Those who most easily turn love into hate are those most at the mercy of their own ego. Jealousy arises from fear of competition. One has reason to fear competition because of lack of self-worth and/or because of lack of trust for one's beloved. If one suspects that one's lover will find more love in another when given the right opportunity the incentive will be high to reduce such opportunity. This has the unfortunate consequence of turning a lover into a police officer of the heart -- attempting to control the behavior of one's lover at all times. Ironically, such policing efforts are most likely to succeed when they are the least required. The more devoted the lover of the jealous partner, the greater the willingness to allay fears and to conform to dictates.


Lets get into more specifics of Love.. The way we usually use it Interpersonal Love . .. . . .

In ordinary use, love usually refers to interpersonal love.

Interpersonal love is love between human beings, and is more sympathetic than the notion of very much liking for another. Although feelings are usually reciprocal, there can also be unrequited love. Interpersonal love is usually found in an interpersonal relationship, such as between family members, friends, and couples. However, people often express love for other people outside of these relationships through compassionate outreach and volunteering.

Some elements that are often present in interpersonal love²:

· Affection: appreciation of other

· Attachment: satisfying basic emotional needs

· Reciprocation: if love is mutual

· Commitment: a desire to maintain love

· Emotional intimacy: sharing emotions and feelings

· Kinship: family bonds

· Passion: sexual desire

· Physical intimacy: sharing of personal space

· Self-interest: desiring rewards

· Service: desire to help

Love is not always requited. The declaration solicits a symmetry, but in a necessarily asymmetrical manner. One does not declare love via "we love each other"; this can only be said after the exchange of "I love you"'s. Thus the possibility of the declaration that solicits its reciprocation--and risks its denial--is also the possibility of its deferral. This is the stuff of romance narratives. Fearing rejection, one waits for confirming indices, or for a declaration from the other. When the pair finally exchanges declarations of love, the story is at an end. Or do we say the story has just started...

JaaaaaaaaaaaaNuuuuuuuuu

Too skeptical thoughts too warned ideas to much real and too much to say no words just raw thghts just a way to say that I love You ........................


Why can't I speak when I have so much to tell?
Why can't I write when I have so much in mind?
Why can't I sing when there's music in my heart?
Why can't I dance when there's rhythm in the air?

I just want you near me, to be within my touch
I just need your magic, I need you oh so much.

Rejected by my so-called friends
pushed aside for now
yes those words do hurt me
how dare you know not how.

Looking for the neutral friend
the one that keeps on giving
never ever turns you down
makes you go on living.

I spiraled down to depths so low
despair my only friend
darkness clouds my every thought
I searched for the wrong end.

When all sides fail, and both side scream
there’s nothing left to do
except reach out for someone else
to bring my life anew.

I just want you near me, to be within my touch
I just need your magic, I need you oh so much.

I need this, and I need that
your words just drain my strength
I give you all I have to give
for pleasing you no length.

Sometimes want to be alone
and know that help is near
sometimes want things turned around
reverse what now is clear.

I just want you near me, to be within my touch
I just need your magic, I need you oh so much.

If I cheated on you with your best friends

Got you crying day and night,

Made you trusting me less

If I made love to you under the bright moon

Held you, licked you and touched you right

Made you feel sexy

If I beat you up with a bat or my fist

Got you bruised and bandaged,

Made you afraid of me

If I run you a hot fragranced bubble bath,

Kissed your black and blue bruises

Made you feel beautiful


If I called you ugly humiliating names

Got your self-worth broken and demeaned

Made you feel unworthy

If I put notes in your lunch box

Loving romantic notes on scented paper

Made you feel appreciated



If I didn’t want you as much and pushed you away

Got you feeling desperate and hopeless

Made you feel unloved

If I bought you red and white roses

Kneeled down on my knee and apologized

Made you feel special



If I lied to you about my whereabouts and the calls

Got you self-esteem lowered

Made you feel disrespected

If I took you to a trip to exotic Zanzibar

Hand-in-hand walking on the warm African sand

Made you feel romanced

Would you take me back?

Mesmerized Eyes

That fealing again, of which will not go away
Its like depression everynight on replay

I hate it I want it to go for you to stay
But how will that ever happen, now, today?

Why can't I just get over it or find the cure?
But the cure is that something/one that I must lure

It should be easy and not make me to the point I wish to cry
For fealings for shit for **** for spit for it's a lie

For lonelyness and all that that makes me a disturbed mind
The willpower of hell, the everlasting kind

So why cant I get over this and go and just be free?
I swear your a witch and have placed a curse on me

For no matter where, no matter what I do
In all circumsytances I still think of you

For memery, forgetfullness, all to be lost and gone
Thats what I want for further thought of you, but you have won

Trance me in a curse you witch, torture me 'till my eyes turn blue
For some reason it gives me more reason to think of you

And hate it all and go to hell and please judt drop stone dead
For I can't ever stop thinking of you, forever memerised is what I said

A Broken Heart -II

Little broken heart
Please cry no longer.
That which does not kill us
Serves to make us stronger.

Faint little beats
You emit like tears
I promise I'll protect you
Better than past years.

Silently pounding my poor aching heart.
Just because it's over, you need not break.
I'll always be here.
I'll let you heal no matter how long it takes.

Tremble no longer my Sweet bitter heart.
I know your cuts run oh so deep.
But no more pain
Can I let you seep.

Little broken heart.
Stay locked away.
I'll always protect you.
My own self love will not stray.

A broken Heart

Having a broken heart can be devastating but it is something most of the human population goes through. If it's any consolation to someone with a broken heart, there are many people that can identify with the broken heart feeling, and it's something that can make a person wiser and stronger. Broken hearts can come for break ups or rejection when someone has fallen in love and then it ends. The only cure for a broken heart is time. It takes time to heal and understand the intense pain that is felt after a separation with someone deeply cared about. The worst thing to do if you have a broken heart is find someone else to love and confide in right away, in terms of a relationship. Your ideas are skewed by intense emotion, and some people attempt to duplicate the previous feelings of love with someone new. This is not a good idea because you are very needy in one area that someone may or may not be able to fill. Once that need is filled, the relationship may likely deteriorate because it was based on nothing but that need by one broken hearted person.

I am planning to write a series of poems on the same topic

Does it feel like your heart is ripped in two
And your days seem O so blue?


Have you given all your heart
Only to see it torn apart?


Do you feel he or she does not care
As if you were never there?



Do you feel you can’t trust again
And left in continual pain?



Do you feel you must face tomorrow

All alone, with so much sorrow?



There is hope my friend for you today

Stop and listen, don’t walk away



There’s someone who loves you very much

It’s not a lie, you’ll see as such



About things you can’t change in any way

You can talk to God night or day



You can trust him for he really cares

He said, I’ll never leave you there



I came to heal your broken heart

And help you find a brand new start

Bio . . . .

This is one topic of interest which i wanted to write for a long time.. but never had the time and patience to do so .. So where do i start ...

Every opportunity comes at a cost, which may be more expensive than the benefits which come from taking that opportunity.

The classic example of the Cost of opportunity was described by Frédéric Bastiat. The destruction of a window could be seen as an opportunity for a glazier to replace it - a good thing for the glazier, of course. But by spending money on replacing the window, those funds are now unavailable to spend on other goods - which is bad for the makers of those goods and bad for the economy as a whole.

I joined this place around 5 months back I think a bit more than that.. So the initial experiences were more

in tune with to understand how it works....

I knew I had to edit this post but was not getting the time to do that. So am adding some pictures :

So these our some picks about my workplace I am sure it explains a lot..

The other things wonderful about this place is the kind of beautiful people i found to work with never felt i work above or below everyone I just work with people. I feel wonderful working with such an amazing set of people..

My Team is my strength and my weakness at the same time A small poetry as an dedication to all of you ..

Working together is -
sharing the responsibility,
helping each other to
achieve that goal
knowing that many hands
make light work, that
two heads are better than one,
and that together,
we are beautiful.

Working together is -
a glass raised in partnership,
felicitation or commiseration,
and a great sense of team spirit,
with the knowledge that
any problems encountered
can be overcome.

Working together isn't just that.
It's being together,
caring about each other,
loving our world and being
at one with it and ourselves.

It will go on working -
if we stick together


And if i do not say to end it you guys will not feel happy

"This is my voice Password" ... There very few you understand this joke

Miss You

I want to be with you,
but your millions of miles away.
i wish you would call just to ask about my day.
it would make things so much better if i could hear you voice,
I guess i can't complain too much, after all this was my choice.
i wish i could hold you in my arms and look in to your eyes.
i promise i will always be true to you and never tell you lies.
its so hard to go to sleep without you by my side.
my tears are the only thing ill ever try to hide.
i lie awake in bed as the tears stream down my face,
they keep going until the hit my pillow case.

Close up or close in

I woke up today and thought I fucking hated myself. Maybe I do. OK.

Maybe sometimes I do.

I do stupid things at times, for the sole purpose of releasing my thoughts.

Not thinking of others. Sometimes I write?. And when I read it back?..

Words are missing from my thoughts. Were they the most important? Maybe they were just words and I have no skills.

My latest twisted thoughts poured out of me last night. I thought about what the fuck next. I can realize any goal I want. Maybe I sold my soul with out knowing. Sometimes the dice just always come up sevens. Solitare is my game. Sometimes I play the slots?.. But you never win there. I would take the time to explain that now. Later it may be revealed.

A random thought as this cursor blinks. No. Yes. Why didn?t I buy vodka today.

So many god damned people, write their sappy thoughts all over. I get sick on the regurgitated crap. I feel. I love. I want. I realized. I cried. I loved.

I ache. ?

I write.

I want to take everything in my place and destroy it?? no real reason, and I know I won?t?. cause what happens when I have to flip to Aaaj Tak for the latest lie? Hmmmm, a political stance he is taking you ask(A murder or a political game )? Nope, just an observation. No one knows. Well I think I met one guy who does. He blames it on the alcohol. Look them up.

I just lit a smoke?. My lungs ache? but the calm feels nice. I need a reprise maybe. A smoke free day. What pleasure will it bring? Unless pain is pleasure. Not my stance though.

I wondered why I allow myself to be ?.

To be me.

Too fucking nice maybe? Too fucking cranky? Too Fucking happy? Too full of thoughts? Too fucking fucked.

Then I wonder why spell check finds no errors with the term? fucking fucked?

All in all,

Things are ok?..

I work for love and love for work.

I eat for love and love to eat.

I yearn for love and love I yearn..

I woke up today, and figured some shit out?

Amreeka mein

This is one of the few days where i feel so much at home or so away from the loved ones.

The journey began in Delhi, where I did my first goof-up not carrying Indian Currency I check ed my wallet which just had 5.50 Rs. and I was dead hungry, after my check-in, security and the other nightmares was hungry like a dog and relaized have not eaten anythingsince the last 36 hrs, may be I am too tied up with work or too tied up expressing it.

anyway tried all the shops in there for a conversion or someone accepting USD $$, I had the power in hand for which all and one have shifted their homes away from the homeland but in dismay. Then as usual the sweet and innocent smile came to resue, there was a shop which had a really intresting lips who answered to my pleads by saying "Normally we do not accept USD but if you order someting and pay me in USD I can give u the change back in Rs.", there I paid Rs. 100 or USD 2.5 for a veg Katti Roll and was swearing on myself.

Anyway once I had the change called up ppl.

The flight was delayed by an hour and was cursing things and was arguing to myself why the hell did I agree to travel. Then noticed a strange thing the singapore airlines has a different and rather intresting way for the bording your row is called and then you can board, I am sure I was always listening as Roll rather than Row, so thght hmm I am back to my school days and tghht why dont ppl just proxy for me.

Boarded the flight and the journey began, felt a strong urge for a Cig... but alas cannot do anything abt it. There are so many other things which were hideen from me :

1. I had a window seat with all my side except the window be occupied by women and hence had to give up on my premeditated plan to booze till I am asleep, the jet-lag avoidal tip all of the others gave me .

2. I realized that all of the passengers have been offered dinner but I am left with nothing to eat, remined me of the hindi saying "Daane Daaane par likha hai khaane waale kaa naam", anyway after lot of wait a chinky asked me for dinner and i said YES, Dinner for designated as "Asian India Veg" and I saw the contents changing with the Defination from Paneer masala to Salad during the journey.

3. The other intresting thing was the newly married lady sitting next to me had a polythene bag on which "KOTA" was written controlled my urge to break a conversation.

4. Another realization that I dont have cigrrttes handly with me, thinking abt plans to buy one from the airport.

Reached Singapore and am all set to get a smoke .. Rush thru the forms and other detais so that I can buy time for a smoke. Realize that I need to find.

1.. a cigrette
2. A smoking zone
3. A light

Hmm rushed out to the lounge looking for a place where i can but a pack, but find out that I need to buy a cartoon, paid $14 to buy a cigrette , So Rs. 4 ==== Rs. 864($19)

Anyway found a smooking room and liit a cig and got a high to.. worth it I said to myself and found someone asking for cig felt like god offereing him one. thght that I am stupid for a min but as they say hota chalta hai zindgee hai.

Will continue this in the second part . .. .

Jaisa ki kehte hain na . . . . .

Dekhenge HUM LOG

The HoneyMoon is over

This is one saying I found on the net

"The honeymoon is over when she starts wondering what happened to the man she married, and he starts wondering what happened to the girl he didn't."

Why does it happen in love that the person you love so much

is someone in which you start finding issues, errors, or to say you feel, is not for you, may be that is how it always works or does it happen only around you, the same statement that i dont want to share you with anyone now becomes why cant you find friends why cant u stop bugging me. Is ths the destiny or how it always works,

Today i dont want to look and answer these questions, I dont want to even think stop thinking and start acting, nit the way she wants it but the way Ihave to do, may be its the orginal which was meant to be or there is a new ME which has to be discovered, or may be its me who is at wrong, may be Estrogens playing the game...

Anyway its time i need to turn back or look myself for solace, after a fever chid and a weakness of the mind and the heart I want to show i do create, or do I want to cease, no Sucide is not for me I dont stop fighting wether with Myself or with all...

I still see the dreams I still believe I love, and I dont have to prove If the love still exists It will show and she will come back to me.. As the harder you hold the sand the faster it retrats, may be just hold It may be just

Just as they say life goes on it does. . . .

I will wait for the honeyMoon to start again... and now to retreat back

The honeymoon is over.

So what am I to say?

Too bad we couldn't stay . . .

satisfied together

as we loved the time away . . .

Oh how I hate unhappy endings

When the price of love is too high to pay!

It costs me every morning . . . It costs me late at night

The pain of love that is ending

Why must we fuss & fight?

I know the honeymoon is over

But I love you anyway

Is it costing you the same . . . agony that I'm feeling? . . .

Or am I suffering . . . suffering alone in vain?

Yes the honeymoon is over

There's no disputing that

We're in a funky situation

Is there a way for us to get back?

To the love we shared together?

I had your heart & you had mine

Or were we merely passing thru each other

to another adventure . . another space in time?

Is it Love

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay ensnare forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.

Wud you be my Valentine

I am embarking on a journey
Will you be my companion?
Would you traverse to the height of mountains,
And depth of valleys with me?

Will you push me forward when I am disheartened
And hold me back when I am being reckless?
Will you hold my hand when the path turns acerbic
And rejoice with me when it turns utopian?

Will you weather the winds of change with me?
And trudge along with me when life is bleak?

The journey I speak of,
Is this life of mine
It holds all this and more
There are moments of euphoria
And days of sorrow
And aeons of pleasing monotony too.

Could you bear to be with me in this path?
Can you promise not to die together,
But rather live together?
Can you vow to be mine?
Will you be my valentine?

Moon so bright, night so fine
Keep your heart here with mine
Life's a dream we are dreaming

Race the moon, catch the wind
Ride the night to the end
Sieze the day, stand up for the light

I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do

Heroes rise, heroes fall
Rise again, win it all
In your heart, can't you feel the glory ?

Through our joy, through our pain
We can move worlds again
Take my hand, dance with me

Happy Birthday

My wife, my friend
My love, the one I wed
I don't tell you often enough
What you mean to me
For me, expressing words out loud is tough
The best way for me is with the pen
That is why I am writing this instead
Your birthday was the day we first were us,
And so for me it is a day twice blessed.
I celebrate my having you twice over:
First, that you are you, then that you're mine.

I never felt a love so free and fine,
So much of me that I am but a lover,
So rich and full to crowd out all the rest,
The me I was before I turned to us.

I am so joyful to be part of us,
To be at home with you and not a guest,
To celebrate this day and not another,
To share with you a common boundary line.

We have been through so much together
Both good and bad weather
You share your life with me
Although at times we disagree
You love me for who I am
Even when that is no easy task
That's why
This year on your birthday
I want you to know how much you mean to me
I want you to know that the love we share is special
I want you to know that I am glad you got down on bended knee
To ask "Will you marry me?"
I know there were times when we both thought, "will we make it through?"
But now we know our love is really true
We were meant to be
You and me
Thank you for being you
Thank you for all you do
But most of all thank you for loving me
And for looking beyond the outside and truly being able to see
To see the real me
I celebrate today
The day you were born
And to simply say
Happy Birthday
My Love, My Friend

The Aborted Foetus

tweaking
weakling
shooting high
rushing through blood veins
piercing a gap
through my skin
pushing down the
plunger
euphoria
flows
into my limbs
catatonic stances
pass
into my limbs
the needle comes out
followed
by a bright red dribble
of drug induced blood
collapsing and falling
onto the floor
passed out
to sleep
forever more

In a sharp twisting action
he tears a large fish hook
from the clay tiled wall
& on returning -
a thick yellow paste
exudes from several holes
& there sitting in the bath
beside him
is a misshapen foetus
bolted upright
the size of a thigh
It resembles a seahorse
with muscly shoulders
it sits there inertly
its eyes covered in a thin
reddish membrane of skin
He waits for it to speak
to explain itself
to pass judgment
It is in this space
this vision
this tolling of truth
that he awakes-
It is a dark summer morning
the rain drumming
in a mesmerising chant
on the steel roof
above him

Pain & Laughter

You see the pain that lies in her eyes,
But, alas, her eyes are dry,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the anger that burns from her gaze,
The madness that sets her eyes ablaze,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the fear that closes her eyes,
The smile she wears is but a disguise,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the hope that is finally dead,
She cannot trust for her heart has been bled,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the love that lies within,
But she shall never love again,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see death's hand that has glazed her eyes,
No one saw her die inside,
They won't cry.
No, they won't cry.


Oh, he was sad, oh, he was sad.
he didn't mean to do it.

Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs,
go no further than your fingers, move your legs through their paces,
but no more. Certain thrills knock you flat
on your heets on your bed in your room and you fade
and they fade. You falter and they're gone, gone, gone.
Certain thrills puff off you like smoke rings,
some like bell rings growing out, out, turning
brass, steel, gold, till the whole world's filled
with the gonging of your thrills.

But oh, he was sad, he was just sad, sad,
and he didn't mean to do it.

one more for u

I love your soft kisses.
I love your soft touch.
I love the way you bite your lip.
I love you soooooo much.

I love the way you look at me.
I love the way you smile.
I love the way you're shy sometimes,
Every once and a while.

I love it when you look at me,
When I'm not looking at you.
You think I do not realize it,
But really...I do.

I love the way you cuddle.
I love the way you sleep.
I love the way you rub your neck,
when you are thinking so deep.

I love all of you,
Your nose, your lips, your hair, your feet.
I will never stop loving you.
You are so amazingly sweet.

I love that I love you.
I have loved you from the very start.
I LOVE ALL OF YOU,
I now hand you the key to my heart

WHY DO I LOVE YOU

I've never seen you
Or touched your skin
I've never felt your lips
Or held you tight
But I know I love you

Not because of the way you look<
Or because of that sexy voice
Not because of the things you say
But because of whom you are

When we meet I will kiss you
And hold you all night

I love everything about you
Because it's you

Your voice is so beautiful
I can listen to it all day
It just sounds so wonderful
I don't know what to say

I feel calm
I feel warm
I even feel your love
As I hear that voice

I wish I could see you now
And hear that elegant voice
To feel your comfort
To feel your ease

I would marry you so quickly
And sweep you off your feet
You are that girl
That can't be beat

Here I lay thinking of you
Making my heart beat
My palms sweat

You are more than I ever hoped for
Your voice
Your humor
Your sexy body

The scent of a cherry
The voice of a goddess
The mind of a genius
and skin of a child

You make me laugh
You make me smile
For you
I will go the extra mile

Do you believe ??

Belief is such a word.. everything ends on it

What is God?
Just an imagination
Or reality?

We pray and hope it works
Sometimes succeeds
Sometimes fails

Maybe it's just a coincidence
And the bible just a book
Nothing more and nothing less

Maybe we are just hopeful
Because we have to believe
In something

Does anyone really know?
We simply believe
To believe

Do you believe that dreams
Hold a meaning
But the meaning isn't what it seems
To be
Do you believe that miraculous things
Can happen to anybody
Do you believe in people with wings
They're called angels
Do you believe that angels are a present
A great wonder
That is sent
To those in need of a smile
Do you believe that dreams can come true
In a form other than expected
Because I do

This is only for my JaanU

So far away from me u are,
phone are the only way i feel as if ur talking to me,

A day or two without ur emails feels like as if
its years since i hve not heard from u,
But u will not understand this for
it may seem as pressure to u my love
but ask a heart that beats only for U
what it is not to see ur mail in my inboz.

U say ur busy, i understand
U say u dint hve time , i understand
U say ther was some problem, i understand
But how do i make this Heart of mine to understand???
I really dont know!!!

My heart is too weak now coz it full of love for u
Ur the only one who can make my tears flow for no reason
May be one day when i'm gone u will realise this,
Till then do with me as you wish, for I am made for u and .....
"Thy will be done my Love"

Same Facts about 2000

"I just want to hug you, but your are 2000 some miles away, what I wouldn't do for a hug."

"I wish that you were here or that I were there, or that we were together anywhere!"

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

"Before I sleep and after I wake up and all the hours in between ... you occupy my mind. So, practically every moment of the day you are in my thoughts. I miss you."

"I may not get to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart I truly know, you're the one that I love, and I can't let you go."

"When it rains it reminds me of you. Although 2000 miles away is so far I still always walk outside in the rain and kiss it just for you. It never fails me. The rain will always come and I'll always love you. Next time you see a storm on the horizon please don't fear it's just heaven doing me the favor of taking you my kiss. Walk outside and kiss the rain whenever you need me."

"Though miles may lie between us, we're never far apart, for friendship doesn't count the miles, it's measured by the heart."

"Don't measure the distance; measure my love."

"We are the perfect couple, we're just not in the perfect situation."

"2000 miles away and you are still right here, in my heart and mind."

its what someone may feel for Me

Missing you.

You left for work...
The door is closed and locked
i watched you drive away,
but your scent lingered...
I shook my head
trying to dislodge your image
and to get on with my daily chores...

'I miss you'...

I make the bed,
our bed...
Where a few short hours ago we had lain
snuggled together as one...
And as i smoothe the sheets,
i see the indentations from your body...
I lie down for a moment,
in the place where you have lain,
put my head on your pillow,
and breathe in the scent of you..
I feel you there...

But, i arise, with an empty feeling
moving on to the next chore.
But....

'I miss you'...

I dust the mantle, and light a candle...
The aroma immediately assails my senses.
I am hurled back to other times,
with fire crackling, candles burning...
Barry, celion, faith are our guests..
Their soft throbbing music,
playing hauntingly
in the background...
My hand is frozen in midair,
dusting forgotten
as i am transended back to nights of
exquiste esctasy!
Of heavens visited, of stars touched,
to feelings never before felt!

I must move on, there is much to do
but...

'I miss you'...

I will bake...
And as i bake cookies that you love so well...
The smell of them simmering in the oven
triggers memorys...
So many memories...
Of us, toasting each other in the kitchen,
laughing,
touching,
hugging
celebrating our love...
Giddy with the awareness of each other...

'I miss you'...

You call,
we speak of trivial things,
you ask, 'are you alright?
You sound as if something is bothering you'
i deny,
how can i voice it?
You are busy,
there isn't time...
It would take a lifetime to express...
How do i explain, the emptyness inside,
the yearning...

Because....

'I miss you'...

I cook,
the sauce is one you love,
i stir,
but as i watch the steam arise...
I pause..
My mind doing tumblesaults back...
To steam arising...
From us and our bodies,
as we join each other,
becoming one..
In the throes of passion..

It boils to fast
and i am brought back to reality...
A place where i do not wish to be...
As....

'I miss you'...

I shower,
and as the vapors reach out for the ceiling..
And the music softly plays...
I think of you.
I cover myself in bubbles...
Smiling, knowing how you love them.
But a yearning overtakes me..
So fierce that it leaves me weak..
And as i wrap my self in a towel,
i am wishing it is your arms instead!
I lavish on all my many creams
layer after layer...
Their fragrance fills the room..
Each one, individually, sooths and softens,
my hands caress places,
where you love the softness...
Together their mingled scents, intoxify!
Rushing thoughts of us to my heart,
which beats eraticly with the thought of you..


Here...
Now..
With me..
Two becoming one...
You must see...


'I miss you'...

Each time we are apart,
it wrenches my soul..
Although i know it is all realitys of life..
And all necessary...
Can you understand what it does?
For...
We are one,
in spirit...
Mind...
And heart..
Soulmates...
When we are apart, my other half is missing..
And i am not complete, not whole...

But...
There is a knock at the door...
I am handed flowers..
Roses, brilliant red and soft white..
And nestled in their mist is a card...
'To my soaring heart'
i place my face so close
an inhale their beauty..
And tears flow..
Tears of happiness..
Of yearning...
Of love...
As they say to me...
From you...
'I miss you!'

The night went a fly, the ideas burried,

The date unforgotten the days forgiven,
The night wen afly, the ideas burried,
All remind me of you who u are where are u lost,
does it sound real or a mystry ?
No it does not reminds me of those ghostly nights,
when i loved the fear the obsession to get out and the passsion to be with,
Was it all real or a dream... just a question I ask myslf...
Is the question of existence or living .. do i just live.... na seems i am trying to live . . .
all of this brings more confusion and more . . .
passion to be myslf after all the pain,it helps,

the pain kills but creates a want to live an hunger to create what is already lost . . . .

The unforgotten story

She knew it when she met him
From the very first time
They were meant to be together
There wasn’t a doubt in her mind

From the first words that he spoke
She could hear it in his voice
She knew he felt the same way
It was a given, not by choice

Immediately they were together
The couple that everyone knew
There was an instant connection
And their friends could feel it too

People said it wouldn’t work
Because they came from different places
But their love was everlasting
You could see it in their faces

Their parents saw it differently
Forbidding it to start
But their feelings were so strong
They couldn’t keep them apart

Their parents went through everything
Thinking it couldn’t last
Judging by accidents
With relationships in the past

It was like they’d known forever
This relationship was right
To him she was his princess
And to her he was her knight

And then they were finally separated
Both of their hearts being torn
It felt like tearing the petals off a rose
And being pricked by the thorn

They found a way to be together
Secretly meeting late at night
Making love until the sun rose
Holding each other tight

Finally they came to realize
This was no way to live
Secretly loving your soul mate
Was more effort then they could give

One night they went together
Bringing along a knife
Kissing each other good-bye
And taking each other's life

The plunging of the knife
Stood for the sacrifices they were making
And the pouring of their blood
Was for the measures they were taking

They held each other tightly
As they watched each other die
But they knew that this was better
Than living in a lie

Hours later they were found
No one knowing just why they died
But stories are going around
Of a lovers' suicide