Rabab-Writes
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Apple Telltales- The Saga of the iPhone 4: Don't Hold it Too Hard
A Question
I asked,
Love may blight your life,
cause the light to fade,
and the days to darken.
A moment's joy,
a lifetime of pain.
Why do you stay where
only sorrows reside?
He replied,
Because
I love.
Monday, September 27, 2010
When I Think
When I think of perfection,
I think about your smile;
When I think of a destination,
I think about your arms;
When I think of peace,
I think about your words;
When I think of you,
I think about heaven.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Medical History
Observing him for the first time since he brought her home, she noticed his bright eyes changed from green to grey and then, a mystifyingly maddening blue. She smiled as he handed her the swirling ochre drink. His room, illuminated by flickering candles positioned carefully around it, was furnished sparingly.
“Lonely,” she mused; smiling into the alluring spectrum of his eyes as he shyly gazed at her.
“Sometimes,” he sighed nervously, his burnt orange eyes reflecting the wavering flame between them.
The paraphiliac, intensely aroused, floated over to him and seated herself in his lap. “Tell me,” she cooed.
“Lonely,” she mused; smiling into the alluring spectrum of his eyes as he shyly gazed at her.
“Sometimes,” he sighed nervously, his burnt orange eyes reflecting the wavering flame between them.
The paraphiliac, intensely aroused, floated over to him and seated herself in his lap. “Tell me,” she cooed.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
I Am a Failure
To you
My writing has no import,
My reading no class.
You make all my words
Seem like carcasses of thoughts,
My thoughts
Irrational whims.
Nothing I do or say
Is enough to win your respect,
You would have me love you,
You tell me
you love me too.
Your apathy to my desires
Sometimes makes me wonder,
Do you love me,
Or the way
I love you?
My writing has no import,
My reading no class.
You make all my words
Seem like carcasses of thoughts,
My thoughts
Irrational whims.
Nothing I do or say
Is enough to win your respect,
You would have me love you,
You tell me
you love me too.
Your apathy to my desires
Sometimes makes me wonder,
Do you love me,
Or the way
I love you?
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Dreams and Realities
Your silhouette,
strong against the darkness
of my soul,
Fills my heart
with a yearning
so overwhelming that
I swoon.
strong against the darkness
of my soul,
Fills my heart
with a yearning
so overwhelming that
I swoon.
Your breath
plays with rhythms
in a symphony of
whispers in my ear
reviving,
reinventing,
rejuvenating,
my innermost secrets.
Oh, the ecstasy
of first love!
Oh, the fervour
of that first touch!
of first love!
Oh, the fervour
of that first touch!
Those moments,
hushed in their decline,
are no more.
hushed in their decline,
are no more.
Memories,
agonisingly persistent,
remain.
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