Eyes

Those eyes

Deep and brown

Smiling and laughing

telling me stories

-millions of them

of yesterdays gone by, 
the buzz of today 
and the hopes for tomorrow

those eyes

that examine me

measures me

and analyse me

those eyes that looks for signs

of love

kisses

newcomers

those eyes,

those beautiful brown eyes

what I wouldn’t do to make them mine.

A mad love

The way our lips form

round each others,

giving and taking

a beautiful medley of love

the way our lips part

and drive and pressure

and bite,

a perfect note

of ecstasy

the way your fingers

travel up and down,

brushing

caressing

yearning.

looking for the mysteries

that escaped you, the time before

the way your arms circle

around me,

drawing me in

tighter and tighter

the way we love each other-

with no space to breath

you consume me

your love overpowers me

your body overrides me

your strength overcome me

you intoxicate me

you annihilate me

you crush me with this devastating love

with this overwhelming sense of belonging

this madness must stop.

It.Must.Stop.Now.

caresses

the gentleness of his fingers
scorched my skin
burning me with a longing
no gentleness can cure.

his fingers traveled up my sides-
a memory of what i always wanted
abrading my body
with a longing no memory can erase.

his gentleness
overwhelms me-
wraps me with a warmth
i have never experienced before.

his arms
is a safe heaven.
i think,
i just might like a taste of that-
one last time.

said.

He said,

stop-

stop with the tales

about work, collegues and friends.

Tell me,

he said

about you-

something interesting;

that's what i want to know.

he said,

he cares; in not so many words

but by that-

wanting to know what my heart holds

when everyone else just wanted a piece of me.

A win

he keeps coming back
just for a little action
a squeeze here
a pat there
a kiss
a thrust
for pleasure.

she hangs on
giving in
every time her heart says no
for a squeeze here
a pat there
a kiss
a thrust
for pleasure.

but he,
fuckwit-
think there is more.
that it is she who is tangled
in his web of lies.
but she
with no words
just smiles and kisses
gets what she wants
just like he does.
only difference is that
he thinks he wins.
when its actually both.
no losers-
none
in this game of pleasure.

(his loss though,
for not knowing enough-
not looking enough-
no taking time enough-
she.wins.)

words-
they cut more deeply than slaps and blows.

-just saying.

In a perfect world

Take me to a place, where
happiness grows in trees
beauty in flowers
love in pebbled beaches
and understanding breathes in with the wind.

Take me to a place, where
sunshine adds strength
clouds add warmth
moon shines brighter
and the stars call out my name.

take me to a place, where-
words form on thin air
poetry flows in on the streams.

Take me to a place where
life is art
and art is life
where colours guide the way
consume the mind
and inhibit the thoughts.

Take me to a place, where
dreams come true.
life is a breeze.
and you and i are a reality.

words

it hurts.

it cuts-

right across my cheek.

a slap,

that has lasting effects.

it's sharp

it pricks

it draws blood-

red and glowing

it rushes in--

words.

they hurt-

intentionally or not,

it doesn't matter.

what you say

hurts me-

let's me down,

one more time.

cold

it scares me

how detached i can be

at times

and at other times

be so emotional involved

and 

how easy it is for me to

switch between the two

always to the extreme

nothing in between.

it scares me

how cold i can be

how unfeeling

how third-party-like

i can be

looking at my life 

from a distance.

what did you do

to harden up the ice in my heart

that noone can seem to thaw-

try as they might

they would only be too wary

and leave,

like everyone else.

it baffles me

how people leave

saying

either im too emotional

or im too unemotional.

i am human

am i not?

surreal
de-stress
great
amazing

these words have lost its meaning-
now.


how you made me smile-
like a jackass,
then.
stupid, stupid me.

kiss

If,

i close my eyes

and will my self to remember-

it doesnt take much time

for me to remember,

how your tongue felt

playing tag with mine;

how your your lips felt

crushed to mine,

how your fingers felt

tugging my hair,

how i felt

when you-

held my face between your palms

and kissed me-

kissed the raindrops 

and the salty sea

away.

how you make me hunger for just those kisses-

really, its a sad life-

mine-

without those kisses

to numb my memories away.

In hindsight
if truth be told
noone can kiss the way you do.
noone can make me as comfortable
as you do
kissing me.
lip to lip
eyes closed
its easy to imagine
the whole world on my palm.

if you have a problem with me
tell me to the face
without hiding your's
behind other's backs
cussing me for lies.

you say i'm a slut
but you don't know.
you say's i'm a bitch
and yet you don't know.
i don't call you anything-
but i know;
and so does all the others you fucked around with.

the so called promise, is yet again broken.
when will u learn not to say what you can't give?
don't make me expect things i never wanted
only to snatch it away- just like that.

chance

you didn't see
the tears falling down
teeth biting lip
the agony in my eyes
when you just walked away-
even though,
that is exactly what i wanted:

give me a chance to make you happy
take a chance on me
and see where it ends.

a pinky promise?

yesterday

you can make me change my mind

with just a kiss.

it's an easy addiction

a stupid notion

a mad feeling-

but you,

with those lips

can make me change my mind

just like that.

Past. present. future

you are the past.
done.
over.
should be forgotten-
but cannot.

you are the yesterday
when silence was a conversation,
a slight touch gave direction
and bodies knew each other.

you are 'not' the present
should not be
cannot be
will not be.

you are not the future
of course not-
you are my man of the past.

so how come
yesterday,
things slightly went back to old days-
conversation took a different turn
memories lit our way
and we almost
just almost-
went back to the past.

should not happen-
no; never again.
cannot happen-
not again.

past is the past.
there is a reason you are not my present-
there is a even better reason why you won't be my future.

let's keep it like that shall we?

Love a girl who thinks

Love a girl who thinks about others more than she thinks about herself. That’s the kind of a girl you need when you forget to think of yourself. Fall in love with her empathy and caring nature, because, after your mother she will be the only woman who will have a genuine interest to find out how you are faring.

Love a girl who thinks about little things. She will know how you want your evening tea and when to leave you when you start biting your nails, watching the final quarter of a heated football match. Love her for taking seriously your stupid childhood passions and understanding how much these trivial things matter to you.

Love a girl who thinks about the present. She will never compare present with past and future. She would never complain about forgetting her birthday nor will she ever remind you of the surprise birthday party you threw for her in your first year together. Love her for her sensibility but do not take it for granted.

Love a girl who thinks about crazy things. Listen to her when she says how she caught a man in the bus wearing pink socks with leather shoes. Laugh at the cartoons she sketches, for there’s so much to laugh about even though she can’t draw half so well as you.

Love a girl who thinks out-of-the-computer. For she will still prefer making a card for your anniversary rather than sending an e-card, and when she has to break the news about the new arrival to the family, It will never be a mere SMS. Love her for not getting swept by the currents of technology.

Love a girl who thinks the story of life is written by the person who lives it. She will make you feel that the stars you kept reaching for, have finally fallen into your backyard. She will stick with you through thick and thin and show you nothing indeed is impossible.

Love a girl who sometimes thinks of nothing. She will see the brightness of your eyes in the raindrops drooping down from the kitchen window. She will think of your smile when she cooks your favourite dish for dinner. She will meet portions of yourself in the fictional heroes she admires. She will boast about you among her girlfriends.

Love a girl who thinks about you. She will still love your hair even on the days you run out of hair gel. She will know what is best for you, when you don’t know it yourself. And she will keep loving you despite your blaring temper. The next time when you say, you do not want her, she won’t take you seriously at all.

(www.dailymirror.lk)

miss.

It's funny-
i hardly know you
but i miss you.

i hardly talk to you
but i miss your voice.

we hardly kiss
but i miss your lips
pressed against mine.

you barely touched
but the sensation still runs-
down my body
every time my thoughts become you.

smile as we kiss.

hug as we come.

miss me while you love.

Crazy is me

Crazy
is a word invented for me
about you.

a casual word
a simple phrase
thrown in with your talks about her;
have me reeling
with lust,
imagining your lips
working wonders on mine
while your fingers
pull on the tangled hair
while our bodies meet
and my thoughts are blurred
with nothing.
and as our eyes close-
enjoying the near perfection
and you cup my face in your palm
hypnotizing me with your smell
i forget-
everything.

everything that includes your talks about her.

oh! how you do this to me
i would never know.
            if lust is a person-
            baby, that would be you.

Picture perfect

The picture in my head
is perfect.
beautifully proportioned-
dusky colored
with silent strokes
after furious sketches.

bodies entwined
arms outstretched
lips on lips
eye to eye.
a silent kiss
a soft whisper
as the fingers trail delicious thrills
down the body- up the spine.

clinging to one another
in an embrace that spells together
they reach
and nuzzle
and kiss
and cuddle.
marveling at the beauty
of one another.

dark skin against light
long hair tangled with curls
in a swirl of pleasure
they yearn.
soft against firm
curves against muscle
joy unending
they give to each other.

[on my bed
 wrapped in the colours of reds and blue
 while the dim light shines on our faces
 and we lose ourselves
 against each other-
 continuously.]

Noone can give
so tenderly but madly
the way you did
each and every time.

truth.


  

i'm a fool
for being there
for everyone
and expecting
almost nothing
from anyone.
and when i do expect
and does not receive-
i shrug it off
and walk away;
what a fool i am.

i'm just so easy to be used.

i wish she could leave

for ever.

not just to another country

but somewhere far away

away from your heart

and leave you

for me.

and you know i'd be better

at being with you

than she will be.

you know it-

and if you don't-

wait awhile,

like the fools before

you'll no what's better

only after i leave.

Bah.

you tell me
she's beautiful and great
and i laugh
and say the same.
inside
i'm feeling all weird
happy for you
and sad for me.
that it was so easy for you
to jump from one to another
while i
just sit here-
feeling sorry for myself.

wrap it up

It's easier
to distance myself
from everyone else
than tell them
that i became the idiot
once again
getting wrapped up
in your web of sweet talk.

stupid me.

Conquest

I wonder why
i cannot still
wrap my head around the fact
that you'll never be still.
despite knowing,
for sure-
that your just a player
and i,
just a conquest.
another one to add to your list.

Stupidity

freakass.
no, not you. me-
for thinking that you,
out of everyone
is different
like you said you were;
when i knew better
than to trust your word.

[ but then you smiled
  looked down
  and looked so disappointed
  that i,
  the fool, believed.
  Against my better judgment. ]

Word on the street

• 
  
  Word on the street
  is that he keeps them all happy
  until he gets-
  whatever he wants.
  be it on the bed,
  in the car,
  against the wall
  or behind the stairs.
  and then,
  it's-
  chitty chitty bang bang
  g'bye.
  adios lover,
  adios friend.
  hellooooo stranger- how are ya'?
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Even after all that crazy shit
you put us through

you.make.me.laugh.
:)

Shut up

Asshole

don't talk to me.
don't say hi
don't ask me what's wrong.
just leave me be
alone
with my thoughts
of you
of me
of the kisses
lust.

of the time you gave a damn.

Behind closed doors

Bed.
closed doors
you and me
darkness.

forgotten for a moment
no time to spare
we reach.

you kiss
drawing me in
drowning me.

you touch
wanting me
making me want you.

you reach
where i want you to reach
you pull,
where i want you to pull.
tugging away my inhibition.

silent
soft
fast
hasty

you in me
while i arch
with acceptance
against my better judgement.

it was over
just before we started
when you were done
enjoying me.

My epilogue

1.

A smile
a touch
a glance.

a dance-
body to body
hip to hip
you between me
grinding.

a pull
a kiss
lips on lips;
hesitant
surprised,
momentarily.
only just
for a moment.
lips locked
hazy clouds
music swirls
and we
we, dance.

hands reach
fingers entwined
and we
kiss.
slow
sensuous
inviting.
on
and on
and on.

and then you go back
back to her
until you wanted more.

2.

A text
a call
words twisted.
playful
loving
flirting.

you and me-
a bar
a beer
a smoke
and conversation.

no time no time
no time to spare
and then you,
with your smile-
playing slow on your lips
eyes that speak volumes
take me
into your light
and kiss.
moments lost
your hands in my hair
caressing my neck
touching my lips.

wonderful feeling,
yes it is.
you draw me in
too tight to break free.

3.

No strings
oh no, no strings
just to be there
when you wanted a kiss.
no emotions
no attachments.
I agree,
the fool that I am.

4.

Stolen moments
as vehicles rush by
people walk
while you and I
we talk
and smoke
and hug and kiss.

caught in the moment
lost.
grasping
kissing
yearning
your hands on mine
your lips on my lips
seats drawn back
and we meet.

Hasty
silent
quick
eager;
we make
love.
you and me.

the darkness blinds us
oblivious to the world.
a car park
by the road
twigs in my hair-
a garden.

I arch
you take
we ride
on a wave
of pleasure.

5.
But
now,
that you have taken
what you wanted-
you go
leave.
close doors.

Back,
back to her
like i knew you would.

while I,
the fuckwit,
yes I-
I sit staring
at nothing
while the wind
blows my hair
just the way you like it.

come kiss me coz i'm beautiful

I know

It’s killing you

That finally

I’m learning to live  ;)

Things go from good to bad, and bad to worse- just like that.

tired; that's what i am.
and fed up.



give up?

That was yesterday;

and the day before,

and the day before that,

and the day before that till last Friday.

Shitfuckingholeofalife?

Shit happens.

(like all the frigging time!)

I am not a word.
I am not a line.
I am not a girl that can ever be defined.

- Nicki Minaj-

                                                       you turn into a lot of gooey things inside. ;)

Memories suck. 

they cling to you like a fucking leech.

 i don't want to make any with you if i know that's all i'm going to have left.

when you leave,

just like everyone else.

:)

so either- don't leave or don't give me any memories.

the choice; is yours. 

You said, i had brown eyes-

how did you know i've always wanted a man to notice that?

You.Make.Me.Smile.

:)

Confidence

Truth

Drowning

Drown myself
in your words
in your smiles
in your hugs
in your kisses
in your eyes
in your heartbeat

i want to drown myself
in the warmth of you
the comfort of your arms
the kindness in your eyes
and the sweetness of your lips

a step back
and im drowning-
drowning in your lies
in your mask
in a field of sorrow
hurt,
anger
and pain.

i'm drowning
in the world you and i created
with loving care,
considerable patience
and soothing words.

im drowning
and my Saviour-
correction; used to be saviour-
he is walking away
his arms tucked underneath her's
in an effortless motion
much like-
what you and i had,
arms tucked in
fingers brushing
lips kissing
hearts beating.

but no;
im drowning
and yet he,
he walks away.

there no backward glance.

Part of me got tangled with a part of you.
and now that your gone, you took away a part of me with you.
and all i'm left is with half of me- and a little bit of you.

i want a man who'll hold my hand, pat my head, laugh out loud, do mad things together and then settle in to have deep but meaningless conversations about life, death and old age.

What a joke!

Funny how you and I

spent so much of time together;

Laughed,

until we cried

Cried,

until we laughed

Hugged,

until it hurt

Kissed

until we couldn’t breathe.

Funny,

that now since you and i are no more

all u remember

are the dark days, 

the rainy days,

the wicked things,

the rude things.

Funny,

How for you

I was a temporary rainbow

while for me,

you were all the beautiful colours put together.

Funny

how today

a grey shadow has formed at its edges

making its way to its core.

Funny,

how for you

it was just so easy

to toss me away

just like that.

While for me,

even after all this-

you remain a part of me.

Funny-

how I thought you loved me

when in reality

it was all just a one way run.

Funny, in'it?

Dragon slayer

I would have fought all your battles for you

Slain all the dragons for you

I would have laid down my life for you

But you,

You chose to walk away.

fuckwitt.

not you- 

             me, for thinking you would change.

Life, you sucker

It's not a good feeling ...

A hug is all you need :)

Mind to paper

Sometimes,
even when i'm surrounded by people
all i do, is think about you.
No, its not voluntary
it just so happens that my mind- even after trying to train it to do so otherwise- just keep reeling back to you.

What are you doing? are u telling her the same things you told me. do you think of her the same way, you thought about me.
do you'll talk about me
or am i not even a piece of your sub-conscience mind?

but the worst is- did you love me when u say u did?
and what, what in the God name happened for you to leave me?

i tried telling myself. i believed it for sometime.            but then i had to remind myself, that i was alone. 

  

                                       that i miss the good times. the kisses. the hugs. the silence.
                                                    just being next to someone who loved me.

i miss those. i miss the togetherness.

this is what i am left with now. empty hugs. furry hugs.

i remember thinking,

and that those three words,

will always be by my side.

but guess what?

i was wrong.

fool, i know.

but i did. i do.

and sometimes i just want to scream out

please.

and,

and what i really would like,

but then, reality sucks.

he is there. with her, the bitch.

and i am here, alone.

But,

Goddamit. we did.

how soon did u forget?

i wish you'd listen, this one time.

But if someone asked me to tick the box

i wouldnt know which to mark.

I think i need some happy pills

i wish there was somebody-

someone to love,

someone to kiss me,

someone to remind me that life is good.

someone to like me for who i am

and to show me the world is a shiny place

 and to remind me that this:

is true.

someone to,

and that,

this is true; also.

He is dead. i know.

im holding on to a skeleton of what was before.

no flesh.

no heart.

no love.

zilch.

nothing.

im waiting. for someone

to show me what i know he can't.

love

security

happiness.

when will that come?

Soon?

i hope.

someone to hold on to

till infinity.

no, not beyond.

he said that- and beyond lasted for just two years.