A mystery called love

Contemplating on the love that could be as I sip a cuppa tea to warm the body as the windy temperature soar to new height.
Wondering on the love that could be, my heart is seethed with entire gamut of emotions.
The feeling called love.
It is shrouded with mystery.
A case of love mystery versus emotional turmoil.
The very idea of falling in love remain hackneyed as our minds swerve from one emotion to another.
What is this feeling called?
Sometimes, I am amazed at the futility of feelings where the heart is inter persed with the mind.
The very mention of your name bring a smile and radiance to my face.
As I assign random thought to your cute smile and face, it kindle my heart.
The heart beat escalates as I see the emergence of your shadow.
Words belies logic.
Then, when did logic has ever won precedence over the heart?
All the justification comes to a halt when emotion over run the mind.
The mind is fickle, so is the heart.
The heart propels us to attempt silly stuffs.
It bears no logic and no justification for our crazy antics.
As the say wishes don't come true.
If it did, you would have been by my side.
Though the heart would like to believe that you will thrust yourself in my arms.
The heart is a forever optimistic agent in matters of love.
Ha! How I wish it would hold true in reality!
Alas! The heart never lies coz it knoweth for sure that I yearn for your love.

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Paint the Town Red

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I have a wish to make.
I wanna paint the town red with your name all over.
I wanna compose and sing a song for you.
O! Baby! Sing and dance for me. Be my muse for ever.
You were the mysterious girl till we met and danced till the wee hours of the morning.
Be my lyrics. Be my music till my breath.
You are my oxygen, my heart beat.
You are the one coz you only makes the music click in my heart. 
Let's paint the town red with your name.
It shall be all over the place as you see the town with my eyes.
Together we shall! Shall we dance in the town!
Let's shed our inhibitions and make love in the town.
It is our own. Why should we be afraid of the world.
The town shall bow to us as they see Red in their faces.
Moral policing shall see red all over as they forget their politicking.
let's set an example for all lovers to follow.
We shall be fearless as we take on the world.
Adam and Eve did it.
We shall make history as lovers.
What do we fear? Society!! We are society and we lay down our rules.
Let's screw them, their crass moral rules.
It's time to change the laws, moral crass. We will create our own rules as we shall follow them.
Let's paint the town red.
Red is the colour of love, romance and sex.
We've been told never be shy to fall in love.
Indeed, love is the most beautiful and natural feeling.
It happens when we least expect it.
Love, the most powerful emotion and feeling in the world.
Imagine, we win hearts and conquer the world.
Still, it's just four letter words, L O V E.
Yet, there is so much power in these beautiful words.
We didn't shy to fall in love.
We just need to embrace love and tell the world,
Yes, we are in love.
Let's paint the town Red.
The time has come.

Happy Saturday.Spread Love N cheers 

The sea and the tide of life

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Standing on the sea rocks, the water violently dashes against the sea bank,as it splutters on my face.
I bend down and pour the salt water in my hand and let it flow in the sea.
Our life is like sea and high tide comes to elevates us all.
At some point, the water remain still, so does our lives.
Life itself is like the huge sea and it embraces us all.
As humans, we have the inherent ability to withstand the storms and we go get carried by the huge Tsunami.
It's god warning to us.
No matter how big we become,let's stay and play modest.
We can never know how the sea storm may take us away.
What shall remains are ruins.
Our emotions felt are like the seas.
Sometimes we vent it out and sometimes we repress it for fear of being judged.
We cry as if telling the sea to take our tears.
But, we want to tell the sea to take us in some faraway place where our energy flows-love,sea,tears,anger,sadness will be freely expressed.
A wish that our life shall bear the stillness of the seas.
No tornado,floods shall wreck our existence.
Yet,life is a mirror image of our life and we are pushed to the extreme.
Either we learn to swim on the spur of the moment and reach the banks.
We emerge the strongest.
Or, we choose to get carried away by the storm as our dead body floats on the water surface.
The sea water and our life are intertwined together, soul is the sea and the sea becomes the body.