Within.

Stars and diamond,

Gold and silver; Bangles and earrings.

Oh, you beautiful beings.

In this dark I see,

Torched sonnets, words in scripted on walls and ceilings.

Beautiful phrases, good grammar.

Does this get better?

I want to read, every bit of this place. Enclosed yet open, heaven in a tunnel.

Shall I die here?

A husky voice!

Ah, treasured secrets but narrow visions.

This is love, this is lust.

I lust those lips, from which these words emerge.

Those eyes, who do you seek?

So much glamour. How words resonate in you!

Not every script is made for thy land.

Lie down with me, on the sand.

Fill every bit of this paper. With art, with music, with words!

Words that will awaken you, the ones that shall touch you.

Oh, his hand.

Sculpted with the colour of Adam, reflecting masculinity.

Not fair and fragile like hers.

Not painted, not jewelled. Just perfected.

He would hold the fountain pen, while she would hide in her den.

Her magic, his words.

The ones that read her curves.

Just above her belt, between the t-shirt; that little corner of her waist that peeped.

He had lusted her, but he loved words.

Now he loved her and lusted words.

His mysteries were now a maze.

Her beauty now his craze.

 

 

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Let’s Get To Work! Let’s Write!

Pick up a pen my love,

If you’re up for some fancy writing,

Let the fountain pen flow it’s way down the hand made paper.

The happiness is something to savor 

A fat old yellow paged book,

It’ll get you to a hook.

Ah, the longing of being in another era.

Read slowly, capture moments of every race,

Turn the pages, solve the mystery ! You must find a trace.

Let’s get to work.

Put on your glasses that make you look so fine.

Grab your over coats , who cares what is the time?

Walk around and embrace the midnight beauty 

 Let go of all the ambiguity! 

Dusk or dawn maybe? 

Let’s get to work.

Spray paints here and there.

Look, watch, observe.

Feel.

All you can!

Fill yourself with knowledge and observance.

Rejoice it and it shall make all the sense! 

Let’s get to work.

When you’re just too happy and overjoyed.

When the world just doesn’t get any better,

When you’re cold and you need a sweater.

When you’re depressed,

When you’re fatigue and life’s a complete mess.

Get to work.

Pick up a pen.

Ball, gel, black, blue.

Pencils  too.

A spiral diary, 

A keyboard fiery!

 

Write. Write for the immortality of words.

Write for the joy is splendid.

Forget the world, this joy is it.