Monthly Archives: April 2010

sensual touch- the testament

I feel the evening breeze.
I hear the chirping of birds.
I sense the leaves slowly folding their little arms,
As I turn to the west I see the sun set.
The glittering orange sky reminds me of her.
I go back to my place to see her.
To undress her and
To lay her on my arms.
As my fingers traverse her slender curvy body,
She giggles.
Sometimes she gently weeps.
I know she is the only soul that consoles me,
Anytime and every time.
How I treat her doesn’t matter.
She treats me the same way when I saw her for the first time.
She is my perfect match I know,
Where is she from, I have no clue?
Who sculptured her, I don’t know?
The happier I am , the happier she is
The more gloomy I am, she sobs with melancholy.
Ah! Here she sings!
In all those calm evenings,
With a tender voice,
She is a newborn child in disguise.
I promise !
She sings proud,
Praising our rapport aloud,
She is my sweet guitar,
Even if I shed blood she binds me with rhythms,
That sound sweet and bitter.


I’m back

The spirited lee, with those eyes of Sharingan said,
“I’m back”.
“Not like the hasty water breaking the dams,
Not like a lightening tearing the sky apart
Not like those volcanoes erupting from the rocks
Not like a great warrior on a decorated cart
But like a bird heading back to its nest
To share its feelings filled with emotional thirst
Oh listen you. I may have a poor overcoat not decorated.
Yet the warmth it gives cannot be negated.
And yes, I’m back! “