How does your kiss tastes like?
Is it lemon or is it chocolate?
Is it sweet or is it spicy?
How was your first kiss like?
How was that someone like?
I envy that person
For having put the first poison in you
Monday, August 9, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
When
When a star dies
It doesn't just vanish
It turns in to a black hole that sucks the lights around it
When a love dies
It doesn't just vanish
It turns in to a missery that sucks the feelings around it
It doesn't just vanish
It turns in to a black hole that sucks the lights around it
When a love dies
It doesn't just vanish
It turns in to a missery that sucks the feelings around it
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Apart
I remember you today when I saw my wrinkled fingers on this cold morning.
I think of you enough to know that you are loved so very dearly.
You are missed more than those who wait at the door for their beloved’s arrival every day.
More than any women who kiss their man good night before they sleep.
Deeper than any lover who hugs their body close every waking morning.
You are sun rise that peeks in to my slumber eyes.
You are what wind is whispering when I walk by.
You are how stars begin to appear and I wonder how grand.
I collect every joke to tell you when we meet.
Keep every song for me to sing to you.
Count each aching day yearning for you.
Thinking can I die of happiness when I meet you.
Until then, for now, till we meet...
I think of you enough to know that you are loved so very dearly.
You are missed more than those who wait at the door for their beloved’s arrival every day.
More than any women who kiss their man good night before they sleep.
Deeper than any lover who hugs their body close every waking morning.
You are sun rise that peeks in to my slumber eyes.
You are what wind is whispering when I walk by.
You are how stars begin to appear and I wonder how grand.
I collect every joke to tell you when we meet.
Keep every song for me to sing to you.
Count each aching day yearning for you.
Thinking can I die of happiness when I meet you.
Until then, for now, till we meet...
To be
To know death is to know life
To let go is to get
To be free is to be home
To let out a cry is to be able to smile
To be broken hearted is to love again....
To let go is to get
To be free is to be home
To let out a cry is to be able to smile
To be broken hearted is to love again....
Expire
Time indeed is nothing
When feeling commands
like a friend once said "Time, how feeling makes you seems stagnant"
My time here
In this universe
My little adorable universe
Has expired
Now every touch every sensation
Feels dull
When feeling commands
like a friend once said "Time, how feeling makes you seems stagnant"
My time here
In this universe
My little adorable universe
Has expired
Now every touch every sensation
Feels dull
Friday, May 8, 2009
Once upon a Facebook status
Shelomita Savitri
is thinking, about life, about people, about the passengers she was with in the angkot this morning. What are their stories? How do they have fun? What can make them cry? I know i haven't been the best of person, but God knows i've tried. I shed tears sometimes, i laugh a little bit at times, and all that stirs up with the rest of the world and i become insignificant yet significant.5 hours ago clear
People (and God) in my mind 3
- GOD: Without me, there won’t be earth, beautiful babies, and that delicious cake you’re eating right now
- Me: You mean, without you there won’t be natural disasters, human sufferings, and a stinky job i have to withstand every single day to pay for this cake?
- GOD: Well if you put it that way…
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