Tied up in the knots of fate, we are stuck With a veil of Illusion on common sense Trapped in the disgraceful quest for Power We lie awaiting a fractured future If we need a better tomorrow We should be ready to rewrite Every single piece of our fabricated history
Blend you night with your day that passed If you get a good night’s sleep you have been good Blend your day with your last night’s sleep If you are dull, it is time for you to change
In your sweet lips I still see The ruby red wine of yesterday night Come closer and let me taste it Bear with me if I accidentally kiss you My intentions are pure I swear to that My goal is the wine and not your lips
Some build their relationships on mistrust while some do it on pure trust. The former build their life with control systems and check points to not fall prey and name it being cautious. The latter believes that people are inherently trust worthy and there are times when they are wrong and bite the loss. Both have their sides of the argument but the question is “Is life better lived by losing a few to trust or winning all with mistrust?”
Through my window I have watched Loved and desired a million times Till time carefully swept away our youth And we no more could lust on our looks Break the windows and doors before the time and age gets in your way
He looked at her through the golden color that filled the glass. She did not seem to have worn her sari; it was just loosely covering her frame, ready to smoothly slide off any moment. The scotch in the glass gave her body a tint that blended with the color of the evening. He handed her choice of wine; “Cheers” He said and watched her color her lips with the first sip.
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