Wet lips and blissful sex

Wet Lips.

Breathless sensation.

Icy cold hand caressing the skin.

Gently reaching soft breast.

Fire of intimacy.

It ain't purple.

It's plain sex.

Say it loud.

We are sexual beings.

Suppressed feelings and emotions.

Who are we kidding?

Sex is an emotion.

We crave for the adrenaline rush,

pumping into our bodies and senses.

A shot that vibrate,

from top to toe.

Flash of moments wired from the brain,

to our heart and the obvious,

Signs don't lie but humans do.

Burning sensation.

It's the act.

The real deal,

entering each other with passion.

Becoming one with nature.

Pure bliss.

Unadulterated sex.

Time heals

Storm causing upheaval to the mind.

Life goes topsy-turvy in the face of angst and grief.

Losing a loved one is the biggest tragedy of life.

Heal the heart & mind at a slow pace.

Let tears flow.

Go back in time and sink into memories.

Stop the watch.

Grieve as much as one can and feel the scars.

It takes time to heal the heart.

Don't fight the tears, pain and turmoil the soul is undergoing.

You shall heal by itself.

Don't they say time is a great healer!

Make peace with the self,

for you shall heal.

Love

Vishal

Friendship is what matters

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Don't they say that if you make one friend in a year your blessed for. I can safely say that I'm more blessed since I don't have just one such friend but a few of them. I know that I can count and rely on them at any time. They are my support system and strength and I know that till they are here, I can do any thing, surmount any form of unsurmountable and uphill task. They give me such confidence.
One such friend called me on Tuesday night after I reached home from office. The last time we spoke was six months back when I called him in Pune. Sometimes, few words suffice to describe how much you are loved and you hold a special place in your friend's heart. This is, I believe is the biggest achievement, that people hold you in their hearts.
He enquired about my life and told me how proud everyone is in Pune that I am working as a sub editor. He was like, we often speak about you in Pune and we miss you a lot. If you want anything, let me know. It gave me such a high, not before he said,long time I haven't heard your voice. Thanx bro, I'm happy that you did called and heard my voice. You don't know how much it means to me, Kok's. 
My friends have always been an intrinsic part of my life and they will always be. Friendship is to be treasured and groomed throughout the years. Blessed are the friendship who grow over the years and not only stand the test of time but conquer it as well.
Happy Monday