ruffledheart

It does depend on you ,if you take the ecstasy of love to its Triumphant or take hate to its extreme level..

Being an agonist is a bit tough and tiring.. when you're forced to present yourself happy and smiling.. None would get to know about the pangs that you deal on.. None would go for a praise to heal on.. You would have to tread the Path all alone..  Till, by him you see a bright light shown..

With immense addling, my heart wringer As, how and why, there is no “Amour bell” on ringer What encumbered it, What is so trammelling, My dear It could be affable and amiable Listen to It’s ‘Plus’, O hear! It’s been so long since am trying With nail on head n heart am lying Each morrow, I desire to be your heart’s desire Each dusk, makes my heart burn with Fire. The “Third Degree” to me that you attempt A ‘peck of love’ is what my bosom tempt Believe me, it isn’t high as uphill It is just to dive-in and stay still….. I come to you with rose, You come to me with Gun Why and what makes you crusty, Dear Hon It is love all over that could make you win It is tenderness that makes you fly with no fin. Come up you one , and I’ll take two before The day “They” made me see you, You stood in my core I stand affirm, on you being my bosom’s pash You are the one for whom my heart goes rash. ...

Do not I know, ‘bout the number of times I shall bow my head before you, My Master! Your hands seem to be showering hymn Of the ultimate Bliss, O Master! Gracias, we feel of the very blessedness That with Your own Grace, we procured By Your Graciousness, Your Highness With happiness we Aboard! J Make Your hands over our head, always n forever We truly want Your Euphoria over us to rover..

White, Peach, Pink, Red- The faces clear with natural hues formerly Brunet now marks all- toe to head Do not you sense it all happ’nd too early.. ?!?!?! Where on earth do you stand, My Dear No Aristotle, No Shakespeare could you compare What is mak’n you fly over Murky cloud None else just you hear your voice in the air. To roar and roar high is a waste To make ‘them’ get through your False taste ‘They’ seem least pleased by Void Of  your head; And your boast seems a truly vague paste. The one whose head feels enlightenment Favors the silent move to run on high Those with Hay, go loony in false excitement Seeing them, ‘their’ bosom runs with a fervent cry. No fire of the Sun would melt the paint No blaze would let it dissolve No Adam’s ale would wash the taint No adhesion would get solved….. ……………………………………………………………… ………………….. ………………

Once Pink and Red Cheeks Seems now in shade of black My heart wonders what happened to the very essence Of emotions and love that you could not track. Years back, we were chums….. Sharing the darkest secret of ours What dark turn’d on you? What bell rang the Hour? Shared we the love that tickled Shared we the love that crinkled Shared we each other’s sob When none stood in the Mob. We stood on toes just at Beckon We held each other’s palm tight Nothing brings me out of dark cloud WHY your face turn’d BLACK from WHITE..? The Righteousness has to be in the core The ideals should shake your head high The bond of love and sentiments should roar The heart should breathe a fervent sigh. The one who get the smoothest road Always stand stiff and stern The one who get the roughest, Bow down, following the “Wisdom’s” turn. Markedly fortune runs for me Blessed I feel in a way – Of not being ‘bought’ by the Banknote Of not b...

The BUD that’s been in, is blossoming And this blossom will be a Flower soon You’d have beside your bosom The sun-shine eyes and white face like Moon. To hear that cry would get you smiles To hold is now the ultimate desire As for this you travelled miles To look at sparkling eyes of innocent fire. The bliss will be in the air The laugh will flow us all Seeing the breeze blowing the Golden Hair Big and Small, all will be in Thrall.

Patience, My dear.. With the length of time, I have realised that, YOU could be a best friend, and for living it all simple, it is better to live being great pals with You! But, my dear Darling, is it that easy..? Do YOU think so..? When there is high urge for, be it anything, in the very core, is it that simple to trust you with closed eyes, and believe that YOU and TIME will sort it all and that too for just the Good. And, if we do that, do YOU, my dear, take all the Vows to turn and twist everything and let us get exactly what we have had been craving for…..?? C’mon, Hon, utter something now.. Although YOU present yourself in that way (as for in EGO or what…), I know YOU aren’t TONGUE-TIED

The Eyes, the eyes, Yes, The eyes The eyes-  They said it all Though none caught their real Word Yet they weren’t , but yes, Feral. A sort of “aqua” fire ran up high In the very depth, it intensate They shined their brightest sigh They seem’d just upto their blessed fate The naturism covers Them over The blessedness do their turn They look around and Hover With the Blue above , under Their Run. ~ Dedicated to: Naina (Handa) Chadha Feel the Blitheness in the air…. having you J

I do carry this Albatross round in rue That I could not in any way go beyond To let the Blood get tasted by the two As the Conscience always was warned. The fear n helplessness hovered over The heart n soul felt bound in Yet the affectivity n ecstasy rover The very Euphoria buzzes in. But, what if, the Blood hadn’t got tasted What if the souls aren’t abreast The root of ardency is resting in the Twilight Zone The Core is on its blessed feast. Let not you down in mouth, in doldrums Let not the slump comes in Let not the helplessness trump Just the ardour flows in.

~  We are a ruffled soul when we don't earn a single penny. The naked truth is, the real banknote make us slovenly. Markedly coarse and crude we become. Quintessence is of no value. Standing Forth at a Fork, vaguely (and in pride) we believe to be touching nothing, but, Zenith! ~   The length of Time and strength of Patience turn us into a phenomenal gilded glitzy piece of Gold.

We played together and sang songs, at the times of blossoming Held hands and roam around, all the way, dancing. At then, there were No hitches and No crumps No shrivelling and No Humps…. Just the florets round’d us in, Just the perfumes in the fin Blest we, with glee, charm, cheer and all the win. You’ve been my dear darling sister-friend-sister all long With you I feel absolute comfort n nearness, even in Throng. De facto, we aren’t the real ones in name (By God’s Grace)With no matter, we go so good, with no tame.   And now, when your BUD has turned out charmingly, My Dear Doll Wondrously SHE came out and call me “MAAsh” beautifully, that makes me Toll. I confess, I love n adore her all the more, way more than i do you I will be the same , always n forever, I keep myself true. Love ya Sister..!! Cheers to Us!! (Hope,, no murk comes in our way.. ever)

* Would love to clench and enclose the blessedness once and for all; ofttimes the joys are ravaged and smashed in Embryo  (or even before that) .  21s t day of feb, 2013 * Those whose bosom doesn’t stir; neither at agitation nor much at ardour, seems to be veritably ,but, surprisingly tickled pink.  26 th day of feb, 2013 * Nothing would devastate the bona fide vibes that run through me; this ecstasy is for my own flesh's sake. The "turning" is; and would never be of any concern.... 5th day of mar,2013