Chaotic Romance.

My insatible thoughts wouldn't let me go,
I'm a delinquent lost on my own alone.
You're the lost piece of my riddle I couldn't retort.
To be your everything was my only hope.
As you kissed me under the rain with promises of your own,
To stay or let go, I would never know.

Adultery

The walls he bred out of his vanity and prestige,
he shattered them down, one by one,
to let her in.

Was it love?
or was it lust?
He would cross the seven seas to reveal.

She pleasured him and she had him pained.
She was his unblemished harlequin,
as soft as a rosette so divine.

He built their own world against infidelity.
Their bodies linked with sin beyond right and wrong.
His promises were boundless,
so did her endless arride.

Was he a delinquent?
or was he insane?
He would devote all in all to mend his mistakes.

She gave him her heart,
there-withal her soul and uncertain fate.
 And the rules were in vain as she swayed his dismay.

I've found you

I've found you,
the extinct retort to my own riddle,
kissing the scarred shades I've forged in my head,
withal my fleeting palpitations.

I've found you finally,
thus I could ask you,
would you disenthrall me from this inferno?
and impel me to abide myself as I survive

I've found you,
the lost twinkle in my eyes when I smile.
shielding me from my own fiends,
as I laugh at my own mistakes.

I've found you finally,
wherefore I could behest you,
would you make this a timeless promise?
and not just another perishing hope.

When everything falls apart.

When everything falls apart, I look back and memorize,
when the puddles become invincible
and my foes mount  above my bare shoulders
You were there my little miracle,
shielding like a mighty soldier.

When everything falls apart, I look back and memorize
When my angst screams for redemption
withal as I startle you with my dissension
Howbeit you unearth my delirium
moreover my extinct quintessence


When everything falls apart I look back and smile
You are the fortune I've earned,
shimmering like a precious opal
amid a thousand of gems I've ever gained.

Crestfallen as I write.

When you eventually fathom love.
You happen to relish it,withal you might as well crave it. 

And then you're enomored of your exquisite thoughts about love.

Infatuations and fleeting sentiments get acute as your sanity sways away.  

But when you don't get the love you want,when you fail the love you want,

it leaves a bare hollow in your heart,
a somber emptiness that cannot be replaced or occupied by any one thing. 

You would exist, but you wouldn't live.

You would search for the same love, in the same color and shades,

even the perfect imperfections.

but nothing would be the same. 

When all is said and done you would fear love,building walls around your frail heart. 

You would become someone you never wanted to be.

Falling in love would be the biggest risk you could ever take,

you would never know whether someone will be there to catch once you decide to fall.

The Dandelion

The Dandelion,
Swifter than the air,
Paler than the skies,
One would utter as she sees, oh what flair!

The Dandelion,
I behold your fragile pulchritude in the meadows,
Veiling at the sunshine as it dawns.
You would adorn the mounts in the summer like a mistletoe,
Either I shall grant you freedom with my silken blows.

The Dandelion,
a floret so demure,
lurking at the impure.
You will call my name and glare at the cities,where I shall be gone.
The Dandelion,
Would you miss my presence? Be as it may, swaying to and fro.

Let me in.

Apprise me, confess about the women before me.
About those whom you kissed and wooed,
and the paramours you betrayed.

Let me in, unbosom me your mistakes,
the ones you did unknowingly,
and the blunders you committed with conceit and sane.

Heroes will be remembered but legends never die

Kumar Sangakkara and Mahela Jayawardena, two masculine names fraught with self-possession,optimism and persistance. 
Too many thoughts about these two; but so little time to decode my thoughts in to words. We grew up watching them play and time has been ticking so fast that it has brought us to a halt where we have to wave them our final goodbyes. The consistency and competence Sangawardena exhibited on field is purely exquisite.  It’s not just their expertise we adore; we are in awe of their absolute charisma as well. Their prowess as batsmen has marveled millions and it is unequivocal. 

Every run they procured brought a twinkle to our eyes; every catch they took worked wonders on our credence.  Every mistake they made yesterday have become their strength today.We call them our saviors; they are often a requisite to complete our victory.  Sharing their proficiency in Cricket with the world and taking part in a variety of charities, they have mastered humanity and humbleness through the years.

There might have been times where we have uttered a yelp at them for certain crucial errors they made. There were times when they brought a tear to our eyes, predominantly a smile to our lips. 
Whether it was during the game agaisnt South Africa when they scored the highest partnership in test history or during when we pulled off the MCG miracle,they have pleasured this game and they have pained! And they have dived in to the depth of this game, cherishing together through the thick and thin, with so much courage.  These two have been the paragon of grit and patience. 

Would you resurrect the memories of their tears when we lost a series? or would you ever forget the twinkle in their eyes when we won the T20 world cup back in 2014? 

Sangakkara and Mahela are an inspiration, because their intelligence, resourcefulness and humbleness makes them the wonderful human beings they are now, hence one will eventually start to follow their footsteps. 

Cricket has never been graceful before.  Sangakkara and Mahela have raised the ordinary to extraordinary. They are the epitomes of gentlemen's game. They are irreplacble and it is an emphatic fact that no one can deny. 


New stars will rise and shine, they will follow the trail left by Sangakkara and Mahela.

So my dear Sangawardena, this is not at all to bid adieu, but a tribute to honour you and thank you for the wonderful memories you gave us. It’s been an absolute privilege to watch you play. Thank You for being a part of all the glory you brought to our motherland. WE ARE PROUD OF YOU! Swifter than the wind, fiercer than a lion.  Sangawardena will always blossom in the blaze.

Heroes will be remembered but legends never die!

Myriad dreams.

"I want you" she whispered gently.
All her forsaken shades have been exposed blatantly,she fathomed. 
She rued as she poured forth her inmost feelings. 
She peered at his eyes.
They were the color of irises and brimful of opaque thoughts.
"I know" He retorted as a smile haunted his lips,curving in to a trace of rapture. 
He entangled his fingers with hers.
He cleansed her scars with his silken lips.
And they resurrected a myriad of their extinct dreams.

A verse

You are the euphoric dawn.
You are the fierce dusk.
When you are passionate, the day begins.
When you are shattered, the night falls.
I'm bound to you my precious cavalier,
till I relish my final split second.

Magnate's mistress.

There is she, his muse.
The mistress.
Arrayed in precious opals,
gifted with golden skin and lush curves.

She desired her magnate, regardless his traits and mistakes.
His prowess made her quiver,
and his dominance was her cure.

He owned her body and soul,
predominantly her grieving heart.

She lost herself in his arms,
moreover in the sparkle of his deluxe.

His body was her shrine.
She craved, she sobbed at his touch.

She explored his poise, every night
as he left her in the twilight, aching for more.

There she is, his muse.
The mistress,
counting seconds to worship his animal grace.

Thoughts embosomed.

I crave your presence
More so your prudence.

You are a passerine adorned by it's splendor.
Withal a chevalier aching for redemption.

Could conceit stain your virtues?
I might as well detest you in a split second.

Thoughts

He was disparate.
She desired him.
She revised herself to oblige his dreams.
& she prayed "This better be a blessing than a lesson"