Plastic

Roasted faces, tired glances

Elastic faces, no shining gazes

No loving faces

Kill the plastic love  

Fill the lasting love

Fill the lasting smile

It is never elastic

It is never plastic

Rustic love and older wine

Swirls of sweet foam tops cuddle

No to plastic…No to plastic

Embrace the lasting love

Let it swirl like the sweetie foam

Let it swirl like the sweetie foam

Love Lies

Everyone believes in her

Everyone believes in lies

Lie never lies

Truth is never true

Everyone believes in her

Queen of lies

Her smile is a lie

Life is a lie

Truth of life

the web of lies

She cries for the truth

I am the love

I am the lie

Love the lies, Love the lies, Love the lies

Gerard Pique

You got the spear.

Gerard the spear.

Barsca’s Brave man.

He knows the distance.

He knows the angle.

Attacks and split with reckless spear,

No choice for forwards, but fear the spear;

And a forward gear, no reverse gear.

Gerrard Pique, the hunter for all seasons;

Pique My hunter, My hunter for all seasons.

Bashful Love

{Inspired from Ee Puzhayum Kadannu - Dileep Manju Warrior Sequence}

I don’t love you

I don’t want you

Do you know the meaning of “don’t”

Its not really don’t, not really don’t

Don’t is the want…Don’t is the want

It is understood…Its very well understood

No sound for don’t.

Bashful don’t, Bashful Love

Seven

{Inspired from Number  7}

Seven is prime, you are the prime

Learning the seven sounds

Touching your strings gently

You are my sweet violin box

But I can learn the sounds

The magic of seven

Seven sounds the music

Seven colours the rainbow

The Rainbow music, Rainbow music

Seven is prime, it’s the number of love.

Words Garlands

Here is my flowers

Inspired from your smell

Threaded words into Garlands

Made only for you

Like the rivers shines the stones

Like the rivers kiss the banks

Words are flowing only for you

You know it..You know it..

Touch the river, feel the flow

It never stops..Turns into blood

Flows through vein, Touch your vein, you feel it

Its my blood, Its my love

Its my blood, its my love

Its my love

Artificial Intelligence

{Inspired From Microsoft Word Menu}

Tell me, what you want to do

Tell me, what you want to see

Tell me, what you want to do

Tell me, what you want to see

You wanna touch it

You wanna listen

I am the button for you

I am the button,  me

Press me…Press me…Press me.

You get it…Press me

You see it…Press me

You wanna eat..Press me

Press me..Press me..Press me

The button of Love.

Dance of the fire

You have a reason to play with fire.

It’s not fire’s choice.

No rain can stop this fire.

No fire can stop your rain.

It’s from earth’s core.

Gruesome battle of your womb

Words flow through your ladle like cradle

Wind anyway blows it up;

Winter makes love with dancing flame.

He dances in all seasons.

You are the season;

And you are the reason.