“I want to be your book which you will continuously touch, flip through the pages, write your notes and comments over my body…”

Let’s not waste time deciding as to what words stand for us…..but the act….that our words perform….is something surely divine….the undertone of silence…the resonance of those words….if we really need to describe…alluring….or…worship…!!!…

Can’t even recollect when we really started….started playing with words…but I can remember…those words were then a fun to play with….a sweet little vibrant butterfly….that made our life blissful…did we then really think…that a day might come when we’ll make love through words….?….
Make love…!!!…true….and why not….?…the very day we decided (or it just happened) to Fall…did not we mumble….”here we start”…
Start a new life….a new dawn….with a new sun…soaked in the golden emanation of life….the only mode of communication…words…!!!…

We sometimes evoke our past….through words…of course…
Past…outrageous recapitulation..?…in the darkness of night….the over flow of animosity…nauseating…!!!…
That is the time…when your venomous words fill me up….bitchy, destructive, noxious impulse…are these the same very words…?…(soliloquy)…!!!…

Now about the love….once again…intoxicated, rapturous, wild emotions…stroking every branch of the Tree…locating ways to spring out all passion…and…as soon as we reach the emotional (lingual) high…phonated orgasm…the words gains its pinnacle…(breathtaking)…!!!…