O Beloved!

O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
Make me whole,
Entwine with my soul!

O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
Away from this scorching world,
Where i shall lay in eternal somnolence.

O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
Show me the secrets,
Of a womans heart.

O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
Kiss me,
And save me from the scythe.

O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
I yearn for but a touch of your lips,
To satiate my reverberant passion.



(The above was written in an inebriated state, with the echo of the beatings of the heart as loud as the thunder of God's most three most beautiful creations...Rain, Women, and Wine)

Love and Fluids

I listen to this song by air supply and I think about Love…though I have never been smitten or should I say bitten by this bug but I sure have seen many writhing in pain, both physically and mentally.

A friend of mine tries to numb the pain of his being the ‘best friend’, the one not worthy of being committed to, in alcohol; another extinguishes his flames in fluids of another manner……but both have one similar plaint: the fairer sex is too casual with feeling of the men. To tell you the truth I believe men have this congenial talent of being more sentimental and prone to death by love than women, tell me have you ever heard of a lady Devdas?

This is the story of two of my best friends… one masters fluids with viscosity 5.10x10^-4 Pa-s and the other masters 1.79x10^-5 Pa-s. Both handsome, good looking, caring and with suicidal tendencies.

They fell, they fell in the deep, endless, bottomless seas of never-ever land of one sided love, making love out of nothing at all…

All I can say is macha, make your own destinies, one day she will definitely need you more than you need her today and then she’ll be the one singing:
“…Do you really want to see me crawl?”…….

The Song....

I know just how to whisper,
And I know just how to cry;
I know just where to find the answers;
And I know just how to lie.
I know just how to fake it,
And I know just how to scheme;
I know just when to face the truth,
And then I know just when to dream.
And I know just where to touch you,
And I know just what to prove;
I know when to pull you closer,
And I know when to let you loose.
And I know the night is fading,
And I know that time’s gonna fly;
And I’m never gonna tell you everything
I’ve got to tell you,
But I know I’ve got to give it a try.
And I know the roads to riches,
And I know the ways to fame;
I know all the rules
And then I know how to break ’em
And I always know the name of the game.

But I don’t know how to leave you,
And I’ll never let you fall;
And I don’t know how you do it,
Making love out of nothing at all
(making love) (6)
Out of nothing at all, (6)

Every time I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair;
And every star in the sky is taking aim
At your eyes like a spotlight,
The beating of my heart is a drum, and it’s lost
And it’s looking for a rhythm like you.
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright.
I’ve got to follow it, ’cause everything I know, well it’s nothing till I give it to you.

I can make the run or stumble,
I can make the final block;
And I can make every tackle, at the sound of the whistle,
I can make all the stadiums rock.
I can make tonight forever,
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn;
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made,
And I can make all your demons be gone.

But I’m never gonna make it without you,
Do you really want to see me crawl?
And I’m never gonna make it like you do,
Making love out of nothing at all.

(making love) (6)
Out of nothing at all (6)