Valentine Loves

When it Rains In Love......

… there is pleasure in pain, moments of gain.

… the scars are wounded, memories are hounded.

… I wish to kiss you, hold you, caress you.

… I look outside my window and see us dancing to love and the hue.

… it’s a sign to run away, run away with memories, to find comfort in pain.

… the wind halts, the cradle doesn’t rock, what is then the thud in my heart?

… I am struck by lightening.

… the clouds of yesterday disappear and I feel pure and all set for a new day.

… all obstacles in my way are washed away.

… I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.

… the smell of the grass, the sand and the sight all radiate with love and life.

… you should know he has kissed me, it soaks all terrains.

… I play wet and wild and prance about love grenades.

Types Of Love

I did one at Life or Something Like it and could not keep myself from a 2nd list.
Please forgive me.

Mother and Daughter

Newly Wed Couple

Pregnant Couple Love

New Love

Sibling Love

Sealing Love

Holding on in Love

Capturing Love

New Born Love

Family Love

Child Love

Grandparent Love

Old Age Love

Hail Love! Hail!
‘Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.’

I am Scared.............

I scare myself almost every day of life.

The way I am, it is so hard for me to adjust within the surrounding I was born in.

Maybe the age is getting the best of me, but that is no reason to shove it off. I have every reason to fight it and yet I fall.

I have to face me every day and that makes me weaker. I don’t have the strength to put up with me anymore. The longer I am determined to give it a go, the harder the thud comes with which I land on the ground.

I fluster most of the times because of the state I am now mostly comfortable in. It seems like I get agitation and chaos are a part of me. It scares me to fit the eyes of those who see me well, I am not well enough, I am not enough at all.

My essence scares me, my ambitions too. I am scared to come out of the past, they might all see me and then abuse me, the cloak is warm and cozy, makes me sneeze sometimes but I live.

There is always a scared thought that I might fail myself. I might not be able to look good in my own eyes. It is a disease, I feel sometimes. A disease to please.

But this disease I have to work a cure for myself. I know every phobia has an end, and I am willing to work on it. But I am too scared to change, even for the better. I was better once and that didn’t go well for me.

I wish I could just help myself beat me to it. The competition scares me. The waking up and sleeping again scares me.

The days when my reflection in the mirror does not look the way I for real want it to, my own day is defeated.

My life sucks out of me when I know I will not be able to accomplish something, I am being looked to for accomplishment.

I am scared that one day I WILL DIE, just TRYING TO MAKE ME HAPPY!

I MAY NOT ACHIEVE IT and hence JUST HAVE A USELESS DEATH

The Game of Passion and Pleasure

sport is defined as a ‘Physical activity that is governed by a set of rules or customs and often engaged in competitively.’

Stage 1: ‘warm up’

Stage 2: ‘getting ready’

Stage 3: ‘the match’

Stage 4: ‘fun fun fun’

Stage 5: ‘the climax’

Stage 6: ‘after the game’

and so my dear friends, I enjoy this sport more than any other sport they play or show and make headlines with.