As a very young child, I would try to run and chase the clouds, trying to win in vain against it. My motley of friends and I would run up towards a nearby empty field which had an abandoned flour mill, and conjure our stories about that mill, the ghosts that haunted.We would roll, laugh, push each other, till it would be evening and our mom's would come looking for us...so many many nights and days later, I still want to relish that spirit which I had as a child.We may grow old, but there are some memories which have the magical power of taking us back to the time of innocence...



Friday, January 28, 2011

I burn

Do you feel like holding my hand
And take me into your arms
I feel it all the time
I burn in desire
Yes, desire for you

Don’t say a word
I fear what you will say
Baby, I love you
I need you bad
Will be there for you


You will take me to the stars
To that place in your heart
Let me swim in your eyes
Show me what you are
And say, I love you

I will breathe your love
Cry in your suffering
Embalm your lips
Will fight with the world
Give you all that’s mine

I am scared that
Once the morning comes
You will forget about me
I will burn in desire
Yes, desire for you
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