I was lonely when I was with you earlier on and then I kept wanting to talk to you because you were not smiling. Then you smiled and my world tilted on it's axis!
You gave my heart a lift to the land of feelings. Euphoria! You made me high and you made me amazing. Euphoria again! You made me whole and you made my sky bluer than ever. Euphoria comes to mind once more! My love, with you the world shines ever so brightly. My every being is being converted into loving... All because of you and your special ways... My love for you has reached to the extended lands of infinity... I smile now when you smile... This is Euphoria. This is the escalating heights of pure loving, this is the intoxication of sensuality as it travels along the skin of Sara as tiny shivers of exhiliaration... Totally.
Sara is a somewhat mystic creature, with no material abode, and a free spirit which is forever running wild... Understand her if you will...
Thursday, 30 June 2011
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
Elixir
The drink of Eternal Life... When one's lips touches the borders of the Cup of Eternity, one is graced with immortality... I have no elixir, I have no cup, I have nothing to achieve immortality. Yet, my mind is raced towards the end of times, towards infinity and nothingness.
I am a free spirit - I fly above the existing worlds of confinement and decrepit judgements. I rise above the clouds of nonsense termed as "reason" by some and termed as "normality" by others. My path is that of Love, where there is no measure of madness, no measure of anything. Where love chooses it's own way. Sara knows nothing of nothing but everything she feels is termed with Love for Him.
In the brightness of the worlds and the crossings of thunder and lightning, Loving Him relates to tasting the Elixir itself. How can you be so empowered by love if love be nothing more than a surreal fleeting feeling?!
I am a free spirit - I fly above the existing worlds of confinement and decrepit judgements. I rise above the clouds of nonsense termed as "reason" by some and termed as "normality" by others. My path is that of Love, where there is no measure of madness, no measure of anything. Where love chooses it's own way. Sara knows nothing of nothing but everything she feels is termed with Love for Him.
In the brightness of the worlds and the crossings of thunder and lightning, Loving Him relates to tasting the Elixir itself. How can you be so empowered by love if love be nothing more than a surreal fleeting feeling?!
Blown Away Into Sweetness
My Essence is You. I feel amazing today as your love brings to me the wonder of fairy tales and delightful dreams. My life, as your gorgeousness spills away from your perfection onto my awaiting senses, you bring to Sara a caress of extreme bliss. You are the height of love to me, You are the sanctuary my heart has sought since the beginning of times. You are the concise haven where I come to leave my trust. You are The One who makes stars shine through my days... and You keep on holding me at the edge of need. I love you...
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
Mike...
When he talks. When he talks it's like the feel of velvet under the touch of one's hand. His voice is out of this world. Everything about him reminds me of the word "ethereal'. When he whispers into my ears, it brings to my senses the catch of fires onto silk... He makes of me his greatest admirer everytime he says a word in that special way of his... Hearing him after so long was sheer bliss. In the sunshine of his love and his beautiful mind, I somehow found the way to smile again. Regardless of the numerous rainy skies all around us, his love is my forever and he is my faith...
Smile...
I love you too much, your beautiful eyes mesmerize me, and I'm held in your gaze... wish you would be my eternity.. I love you...
Sara Is Tired
Sara is tired today. Sara has a bruised wing and has a further bruised heart. She is still thinking of the love of her life and she is still wondering about him.
He is here but he hears not her trials and tribulations... He loves her but he is not aware of her love. How can this be...?
At the dawn of the shoreline which separates the sea of love from the sands of reason - Sara is taken into the winds and becomes one with the howling breezes. She is the construction of chaos, the destruction of naught. She loves him. On and on...
He is here but he hears not her trials and tribulations... He loves her but he is not aware of her love. How can this be...?
At the dawn of the shoreline which separates the sea of love from the sands of reason - Sara is taken into the winds and becomes one with the howling breezes. She is the construction of chaos, the destruction of naught. She loves him. On and on...
Infinity
The power of his mirror in her soul shines like the flames within a fire... Yet she cannot have enough of him. She cannot have enough of his depth, of his character and of his self.
Her own self demands for infinity with him even as she knew infinity to be a power lost before it's been gained. She loves him this way...
Her own self demands for infinity with him even as she knew infinity to be a power lost before it's been gained. She loves him this way...
Flow
Sometimes we stand away from the river on the banks... yet we feel the current as the water courses on towards it's destination... Sometimes we just want to get into the water and go along with the rushing flow, sometimes we are scared of the rush, sometimes the rush takes us to oblivion...
But we never totally give in to the river as we fear about getting down and under... But are we really sheltered?
But we never totally give in to the river as we fear about getting down and under... But are we really sheltered?
Fountain of Dreams
Her World is made up of Him.
Of his special ways, of his special soul... She drinks at his fountain like a thirsty bird who's travelled miles and miles and miles to finally dip into this blissfully cool water... and everyday it is the same...
Her heart beats close to his every breath... She loves him and she loves him on and on and on... never a moment of doubt.
Of his special ways, of his special soul... She drinks at his fountain like a thirsty bird who's travelled miles and miles and miles to finally dip into this blissfully cool water... and everyday it is the same...
Her heart beats close to his every breath... She loves him and she loves him on and on and on... never a moment of doubt.
Missing Him
Tears amidst laughter, what kind of life is all this, what kind of lie is all this... She misses him so much. He would never know how much...
Distance
She has grown so used to his attention and to him... every minute spent away from him is looking like a bereft gap of land between raging seas...And This is only the beginning...
Note About...
He stole her heart and brought her love... She will forever cherish this special person... who looks like a star and shines like the fire within a flame... This is all about him...
:) This Came to Mind...
It is awesome to be awed every single day of your life by the same person... to know that somehow reality is so much better than fiction...while it lasts..
But we cannot put a tag on love....
But we cannot put a tag on love....
Music
I had never heard such melody in my whole life. He played that music to me, I sat and listened and got lost into the middle of nowhere....
Everything he does is an inspiration, every movement of his, a stride to admire.
If he was a magician, he.... He probably is one. Speculation ends here.
Everything he does is an inspiration, every movement of his, a stride to admire.
If he was a magician, he.... He probably is one. Speculation ends here.
Linked Together
Last thoughts on her mind as she walked away into sleep, misty eyed from hope and faith.. but somehow knowing that there is no definition to her future... Yet she will love on. She knew that much... if nothing else.
Special
Looking at him, so down to earth, so serene, so heartwarming, you could only love him and this is what she did.
Will tomorrow look at the dawn in his eyes? Or will tomorrow be the end of this speculation...? No one could really tell, not her, not him, yet they both were miles away, flinging caution to the winds, burning the candles at both ends...
Such was the definition of the word special... such was the love between them, They met a thousand years ago it would seem, yet the flames just kept leaping into life everytime their eyes met...everytime their voices greeted each other...
No other love mattered anymore, no others...
Will tomorrow look at the dawn in his eyes? Or will tomorrow be the end of this speculation...? No one could really tell, not her, not him, yet they both were miles away, flinging caution to the winds, burning the candles at both ends...
Such was the definition of the word special... such was the love between them, They met a thousand years ago it would seem, yet the flames just kept leaping into life everytime their eyes met...everytime their voices greeted each other...
No other love mattered anymore, no others...
The Girl
She sat at her desk and stared on the computer screen. She couldn't see what her eyes were capturing as her mind sat elsewhere in the midst of his world.
She felt so bizarre. She could feel her skin crawl. Something cold was seeping through her body....and that cold feeling had a name: loneliness. She breathed sharply, her breath rasping as she assessed the farce of it all.
What a laugh.
She smiled. He meant the world to her. He was special. He was her world.
Now she cringed.
Why was she so cold... The room was lit up by a hot sun and it's rays were teasing the plants all around her into life... so why, why did she feel so cold?
She turned abruptly and stared into the mirror behind her. She saw an ordinary girl, with no real beauty or charm staring back at her. Her khol was smudged near the right eye...and she looked as though she had been crying. Was this her? For a split second, she stood bewildered, she felt alien to this girl, alien to this emo-figure look alike. What had happened to her?
Slowly her eyes travelled to the girl's hands, to her painted nails and to the pencil her knuckles were clenching... She was so cold.
He had showed her what this world could look like through the windshields of love. He had shown her that the way to salvation was towards him. He had kissed his desire and breath into her thirsty soul...
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Her hands flew to her mouth as she remembered his allusion to her lips... She was mortified as her veins picked up a hint of the high tide.
She felt the cold sway and thud around her head. She crouched on the floor and stared at the white marble. She could now see a misty pool staring back at her...
The Crystals shimmered and threatened to fall, she wiped them off with an impatient shrug. She felt him then, felt the full force of his aura as it hit her face on. She crumbled to pieces as her soul flanked the sides of her heart in protest.
She felt like she would die but knew this was no more death than life.
He smiled in her mind.
She smiled back.
He was not physical, had never been.
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She looked up and felt his eyes upon her...
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She felt like she knew him since the beginning of times. Her soul had probably met his and been linked to his since forever... She felt his essence, his beautiful smile, his expressive eyes telling her all the beautiful stories in the world, she felt like she had been a part of him in some beautiful moment at some beautiful time...
God.
She came to her reality as she heard the clatter of the pencil to the floor.... Illusions.
She picked herself up and went to stare out of the long bay windows. Her soul was parched from awaiting this love. Her whole life a pendulum of roses and thorns.....
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Another world, another land, another story. Her anguish is apparent, almost tangible.
She was now staring into the oblivion of her own feelings, completely awake, completely totally into the blasphemy of self denial.
How would she ever resurface from this quagmire?
She felt so bizarre. She could feel her skin crawl. Something cold was seeping through her body....and that cold feeling had a name: loneliness. She breathed sharply, her breath rasping as she assessed the farce of it all.
What a laugh.
She smiled. He meant the world to her. He was special. He was her world.
Now she cringed.
Why was she so cold... The room was lit up by a hot sun and it's rays were teasing the plants all around her into life... so why, why did she feel so cold?
She turned abruptly and stared into the mirror behind her. She saw an ordinary girl, with no real beauty or charm staring back at her. Her khol was smudged near the right eye...and she looked as though she had been crying. Was this her? For a split second, she stood bewildered, she felt alien to this girl, alien to this emo-figure look alike. What had happened to her?
Slowly her eyes travelled to the girl's hands, to her painted nails and to the pencil her knuckles were clenching... She was so cold.
He had showed her what this world could look like through the windshields of love. He had shown her that the way to salvation was towards him. He had kissed his desire and breath into her thirsty soul...
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Her hands flew to her mouth as she remembered his allusion to her lips... She was mortified as her veins picked up a hint of the high tide.
She felt the cold sway and thud around her head. She crouched on the floor and stared at the white marble. She could now see a misty pool staring back at her...
The Crystals shimmered and threatened to fall, she wiped them off with an impatient shrug. She felt him then, felt the full force of his aura as it hit her face on. She crumbled to pieces as her soul flanked the sides of her heart in protest.
She felt like she would die but knew this was no more death than life.
He smiled in her mind.
She smiled back.
He was not physical, had never been.
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She looked up and felt his eyes upon her...
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She felt like she knew him since the beginning of times. Her soul had probably met his and been linked to his since forever... She felt his essence, his beautiful smile, his expressive eyes telling her all the beautiful stories in the world, she felt like she had been a part of him in some beautiful moment at some beautiful time...
God.
She came to her reality as she heard the clatter of the pencil to the floor.... Illusions.
She picked herself up and went to stare out of the long bay windows. Her soul was parched from awaiting this love. Her whole life a pendulum of roses and thorns.....
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Another world, another land, another story. Her anguish is apparent, almost tangible.
She was now staring into the oblivion of her own feelings, completely awake, completely totally into the blasphemy of self denial.
How would she ever resurface from this quagmire?
Dreams
It is so strange to wake up and find yourself in another dream. To dream in the wake as this has become your new state of wakefulness...
There is such transparency in this new world that you are under the constant impression that you are not awake, yet how can beauty of such beauty be a filament of your imagination?
There is such transparency in this new world that you are under the constant impression that you are not awake, yet how can beauty of such beauty be a filament of your imagination?
The Impression
Sometimes across this meander of lives, there is a special life which entwines with yours and suddenly you feel that the world is nothing like you thought it was..
You grow wings then and you dare and fly and you reach across destinations you never imagined, you grow within yourself, you smile and you die for this new state of beliefs...
You grow wings then and you dare and fly and you reach across destinations you never imagined, you grow within yourself, you smile and you die for this new state of beliefs...
Why?
Inspiration comes to those who believe.... be it in love or beyond... we just need to sit down and pen the language of the heart at times...
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