get here

Love Bug

You give me butterflies

Those colourful, hyperactive kind

That never stop.

They flutter away,

Bringing my spirits high

From my guts, in my tummy

To my throat, back to my heart

Over and over again.


You make me jitter,

I swear, I burn like I'm having

High fever.

I know I'm hot,  ;)

But this one goes beyond

My temperature limit, I can't help it

Your love is infectious

And I don't need a cure.


You make me want to scream,

And paint love in this gray town

With cheesiness.

My skin will explode

With thoughts of you, love for you

I can't contain this happiness

This craziness- I'm under your spell,

One glance - you've tamed this rebel.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

10Feb10 - @ Beer La’gu…’happy heart’s disease’. ;)



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One of Those Nights

What's the point?

Of the lights,

Of the sounds,

Of this very night?

When you are out of my sight.


What's the point?

Of sitting here,

Of waiting,

Of trying to pretend I'm happy?

When you're not here beside me.


What's the use?

Of this freedom,

Of this holiday

Of this escapade?

When everything, except my reality-

You invade.


All I am saying is that

All these are good -

But meaningless

Without you.


So what's the point?

What's the use?

Save me.

Get here already.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

09Feb13 – Written @ Indra Hotel, Thailand. Missing you.


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