The barbaric moments began
When I was true and love was a lie
Emptiness filled my world
With moments to stalk upon
Rewind, play, pause and undo
How am I supposed move on?
You took your traces along
Wondering, where was I wrong?
The demon was my truth
And the angel loved it true
Changed, I am, by few
Pause, rewind and then
The lustful look into your eyes as you gaze into mine.
Our shadows dancing on the wall from the candle light.
You know every curve of my body and you still desire it.
You explore every inch slowly and roughly.
Pressing your body to mine as you pull me close to you.
Kissing me deeply and passionately.
Your tongue finding mine as you press harder into me.
Your strong hand grabbing my hair as you pull my head back, sinking your teeth into my neck.
Your mouth working it's way down my body as you kiss and bite me.
Your teeth marks leaving a trail.
Your tongue between my legs.
Your teeth marks on my thick thighs.
Sending me into ecstasy with every flick of your tongue.
You flip me over biting my a...
रूठे खाबों को मना लेंगे...
कटी पतंगों को थामेंगे...
सुलझा लेंगे उलझे रिश्तों का मांझा...
सोयी तकदीरे जगा देंगे...
कल को अम्बर झुका देंगे...
सुलझा लेंगे उलझे रिश्तों का मंझा...
Casei-me. A minha maior paixão desde que me casei é o meu casamento. Por ter tanto orgulho nele, por não querer perder-lhe um mísero segundo, quer seja bom ou mau. Afinal casámos por isso, para estarmos juntos para o bem e para o mal. E assim o é. E assim é a minha paixão maior da vida, o nosso casamento. Porque o meu maior amor com certeza que és tu.
At times things strike you all of a sudden,
Being away from mother, my mind began to unbutton.
Thats when I wrote for her anniversary,
And realised rhyming was no mystery.
After a long gap, I hit back writing about friends,
Then slowly adapted to the changing trends.
Thats when ‘lettrs’ happened to me,
I had no clue how interesting it would be.
The best platform to pen down my thoughts,
My subconscious mind gradually unfolded its knots.
Photography is a passion for few,
For me it was a zone I barely knew.
I loved being clicked,
But nobody volunteered to be at it.
Thats when I tried to click,
Still nobody would readily pose for the pic.
With passing time things around me began to thrill,
I could capture beauty at my own will.
I began to notice nature much better,
Hence adorned the attitude of a go getter.
Painting was never my choice,
It struck me over my inner voice.
Being free most of the time,
Sketches and paintings I began to sublime.
Like a child I crawled through it,
Things I made turned out to be a misfit.
Trying different medium,
The response would generally be an idiom.
Gradually trying to get a grip,
Alternately I would succeed and trip.
Patience was the missing element,
And giving up easily would make me repent.
Repeatedly making efforts and trying to learn,
Still working over it with utmost concern.
Passion cannot be exactly defined,
It is letting yourself out of a space shallow and confined.
Something you bump into by chance,
And you keep imagining it at every glance.
Spare time gives you a chance to discover yourself,
When you realise your potential without external help.
A force that leads to eternal happiness,
Into a creative zone devoid of unwanted stress.
My biggest passion:
My biggest passion in my life thus far is being an early childhood educator.
Growing up, I had ambitions such as being a counsellor or a social worker. At some point however, during my school years, we were encouraged to start thinking about the field we wanted to pursue after secondary school/high school. I always had my eye on that course - Child Psychology and Early Education. Looking back, I always thought it would simply stay as a wishful goal. See, I knew it was not easy to meet the academic requirements in order to be accepted into that particular course. I knew my grades were not on par. I did not harbour any high hopes.
Long story short, I got accepted to the...
The feeling of vertigo
when I am sitting in front
of a blank sheet.
The possibility of creating
or inventing something from scratch so that others can enjoy it.
The challenge of thinking about something you're happy to reread.
Awakening in the middle of the dream just because you came up with something you do not want to forget and leave it written on a paper forever.
That is my true passion
and the one that has been with me
since I was 7 years old.
Nothing Hidden to
your mind, heart, and soul
what it has seen
that I showed,
what it felt
That I made you feel
and then what it made you
You are in"Love"with me.
The chill that went through her
When an unexpected hug
made the scars
From the previous year
Share your passion with the lettrs world. What is your biggest passion? Tell us all about how it started and what you're doing with it now.
Tag your letter 'mypassion'.
How do you do that?
Undress me one layer at a time
And kiss that void deep into
the pits of my stomach with those eyes
And how do you tangle and detangle
locked away abysses of passion in me
effortlessly, like strands of hair
snarled in your fingers
How do you fit with ease,
into my arms like puzzle pieces?
We were strangers,
Dear lover of my past
Am glad to have met you. Never realised that your addiction will be replaced by words.
I still crave for you, however, you are now the ink that fills the pages of my life....
Now that you left me.
I stalk you in the form of memories that those pages are still being filled with.
Santa to me
What do you want? (Christmas Gift)
"Her happiness" (Life Gift)
If she is happy then my heart will be happy and if my heart is happy then my soul and mind are going to be happy
Then complete me is "Happy"
Din realise, being too simple
would gift her a make up kit....
Maybe the world wants to see
what colours would change
The world just added colours
To her tattered skin
Where hopes died
Colours gave life.
The virtual story gave her wings to
Not to fall, however to rise in love...
Her imagination made love to
His touch, his mind and soul...
She is not alone
Ella impacta con su presencia le basta con abrir sus ojos, sonreír y pintar sus labios con un color carmín... Se pasea como si nada por las calles sin sospechar que provoca, tienta y enamora a quien la ve ... De no ser porque su personalidad la conocen pocos su lista de pretendientes sería más gruesa y habrían corazones rotos en abundancia... Pero ahí va, humilde, sonriente y como si nada...