chhoegay writes

'let me tell you secret'..he cuffed his hand..she put away her hair covering her ear to listen..he breathed heavily making it hard for her to hear..she complained about it and he blushed..he went closely and said..'gachi ya men'..'aaaa..not again..' she annoyed.. he just laughed..'not again' he said to himself.. ..he laid on a green stretcher when he opend his eyes..he was moving..fast..people around him seemed frightened..as if they had seen a ghost..the glucose pack rock ed back and forth and he saw her face..he gave her a smile..she replied it..he tried to cuff his hand but the hand won't move..he tried his best but it won't..the lights above him seemed so bright with every passing one..and soon white was the only color.. When he opened his eyes..she had fallen asleep by his bed..he lifted his hand..they were bandaged..heavily..he raised it above her head but lost control and the hand dropped on her head..waking her..she looked concerned..he s

"..the rain fell..free.. without the fear of landing safe or not.. no destination..no reason..no explanation..just falling..that's all they got.. into nothing but voidness opening its arm to welcome.. feeding the ever hungry river..but seldom.. making the land lose its form..crying.. distributing happiness to whom ever held their hands open for it..trying.. rumble rumble..and sparky..the two mischievous twins.. makes her run into my skin.. peeps she from from the button holes.. fear the only..her unfinished goals.. hides she..as it goes on..plays again.. tend her with love..drive away the pain.. the giggle turned chuckles..pains ma heart.. wish i could turn..to where it all start.. pains to see her..long to play.. the rain that falls from her eyes to say..."

Where have the times gone... A yearning heart is left torn. A lonely spring bird sings alone.. Dead are the feelings which had grown. Where did the times hide.. Only his shadow walks by his side. Love that had risen like the ocean tide.. Left stagnant without the guiding light. The heart now; filled with fear.. Through the countless nights and the countless tear.. Remieniscing the times of her love and care.. Now iridescent stranger from someone dear. Falls down the rain like arrows.. A rhyme from the times; a tune he borrows. For a billion others his heart just narrows.. Serendipitous of the cacophony of sorrows.

Oh! But the rain Patron of love from the season Joyous beings look up for that reason Falls thy from the mischievous heaven Falls but once a 24x7 Sings the bird to please thee Another day he'd like to see While moments flow down a muddy stream Levitating the river to its brim Relaxed the farmer in his house A smile to share from his spouse Blessed be them they think they are Heavens decided to pour in their jar A feild of dreams tilts to swear 'Hunger won't be a threat to bear' The green of nature will turn to gold The power of thy are so to hold A poor soul in spite cries alone His strength to bear now long gone Thy love now a burden to hold The sorrows that he now unfold Times when thee put a smile When he'd play with thee and walk a mile Drenched in thy love he would sing Hollow a piece of wood and the metal string The same clock now has brought A time of choice; he has to sort Over a happiness or a sick night His heart and brai

I hear prayers in my timid head When I remain oblivious to the world outside Like paparazzies buzzing with their cameras But not in notch of anything held I hear voices crying with extreme odious Feel occult to the alien world out there So there I remain obsolete in a corner When the my children doubt my existence I hear laughter and giggles along Some cajole prayers now finally heard Yet some still in never ending vendettas Serenading over their prayers to deaf ears I hear pleas and cries of the innocent civilians When the parole does what he is best known for Their trust now cropping and eyes closed with agony Their prayers now only epitaph on their tombstone I hear my name called; Kenchosum, Eshwar, Christ, Allah Vendors making profits on my statues But a simple prayer is all it takes To make your pain mine To believe I'm still listening.

Love is not about sex “Do you only love me so that you can have sex with me?” This is one of the most frequently asked questions by a girl to her boyfriend. I can say that because I am one of the victims of the question myself. What answer would you give, if you were in our shoes? Well of course we don’t want to tell them a ‘yes’ and then miss our future opportunities of good sex. So, then flows the stream of lies, “NO! Why would you think that way?”, or “I love you Baby, and I would always love you”, or to the extreme, “I would love you even if you were a man and I couldn’t have sex with you”. That makes you cringe, I know right! That leaves us with the question, “Is love only about SEX?” Well, sex in the natural life is all about the genes to be carried forward. Every living being on the planet earth lives, well in the simplest words, just to have sex. A Cicadas stays under the ground for 17 years only to come out one fine day, sing their heart out, find a mate, have sex and the