Saturday, December 24, 2005
I am the history of the future.....can anything stop me....am transparent and can take any shape....am air....sky...earth.....hhehehhehehhe
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Loving the love
As I neared u,
Touching your touch
as you touched me...
Waiting to hear you whisper my name
into the dark
and see u in morning
Isn't it love
which makes us rise again...
Ruling our own world
creating the sacred lands...
loving the love
because there is nothing else...
in you lies my world
my heart, my essence
in you lies the foundation of my dreams
your touch tells me I am loved
Isn't it love
that makes us the rarest of all
Isn't it love
that gives us strength to stand when no one can
Isn't it love
to walk matching each others' pace
loving the love
all the way
knowing I can count on you always
shedding all the masks
sharing our secrets, laughing little jokes...
eyes speaking the sacred words
the souls embracing, knowing the unknown
remembering the lifetimes shared with you
the divinity looks more divine
when I am with you
the passion which grows
is marked by the respect that holds
Isn't it love
when we speak nothing and yet everything gets unfold.....
As I neared u,
Touching your touch
as you touched me...
Waiting to hear you whisper my name
into the dark
and see u in morning
Isn't it love
which makes us rise again...
Ruling our own world
creating the sacred lands...
loving the love
because there is nothing else...
in you lies my world
my heart, my essence
in you lies the foundation of my dreams
your touch tells me I am loved
Isn't it love
that makes us the rarest of all
Isn't it love
that gives us strength to stand when no one can
Isn't it love
to walk matching each others' pace
loving the love
all the way
knowing I can count on you always
shedding all the masks
sharing our secrets, laughing little jokes...
eyes speaking the sacred words
the souls embracing, knowing the unknown
remembering the lifetimes shared with you
the divinity looks more divine
when I am with you
the passion which grows
is marked by the respect that holds
Isn't it love
when we speak nothing and yet everything gets unfold.....