26/11 : Let There Be No More Bloodshed

A night, a horrible night full of terror and bloodshed that years to remember : but we don't like to watch it further, so let there be no more bloodshed.

Waiting For The Train : A Poem For You

She is waiting for the train,steady, conscious, a bit shy, but not so embarrassed; and I have seen a fairy, a marmaid, looking so bright even at its dark complexion, not so surprised as she was aware of my presence, just right round her head, and I overwhelmed with an uncanny joy on her recognitions.

Child Like A Flower : A Poem For You

You're a child, like a flower - just blossomed; you have the fragrance of nature, just like a flower in the garden of heaven, and you've the right to live with full dignity and honour in this beautiful world; but, the cruel world don't give you the right, - so, stand up and raise your voice 'cause this is the day of yours - it is the day for you!

Passion 3 : A Poem For You

She's on my lap, hugged and I can feel the heat, pleasant; I kissed her with a lust that she's an ocean full of flowers: her lips I suck as it is the last time I can; And she 's trying to hold mine as that is her right, so tight that painful for me, as well as uncanny. I grip the nipple with a hope that it can absorb the whole thing that I have; and she mouth my down to lick the cap with a gentle posture.

Passion 2

I want to unveil the secrets you've nourished for me, lethal, deadly, and even not so palatable for me; but it my desire to do something with my nails, poisonous to destroy secrets you have, gentle and beautifully kept within you; I'll discover the hidden land floated on your ocean, lustrous and even serene, as the heaven it for me and never intend to return.

I Have A Dream

I have a dream of a stream which is so slim, that I can touch, that I can feel with a fingertip.# Stream flows on its way never care for its lover, but I share, but I care what it tells to the banks.

Comeback

Remember that girl - that little tiny girl, whom I adore, and whom I missed; as she went to her village some days ago, and I thought she gone for months. But she come back, and smiled to meet, playing with her mate. I feel so happy to see again, as I lost something of my like and found unexpectedly.

To John Keats

Whenever I see a thing of beauty, I remember you and your luminous presence enlighten me with a new feeling that I can see the thing within beauty itself. Whenever I listen a song full of sorrows, I remember you and your romanticism fills a new but not so unfamiliar fragrance within the song to make it sweet too!