ruffledheart

May the sun of love always shine, May the hand you hold is always mine, May I live in your arms concealed, May the prior and followed pangs get healed. .

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...