iBlog by Sasha

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: If I look at the crystal moon, At the red branch Of the slow autumn at my window, If I touch... Near the fire The impalpable ashes Or the wrinkledbody of the log, Everything carries me to you, As if everything that exists, Aromas, light, metals, Were little boats that sail Toward those isles of yours That wait for me. Well, now, If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly You forget me Do not look for me, For I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, The wind of banners That passes through my life, And you decide To leave me at the shore Of the heart where I have roots, Remember That on that day, At that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off To seek another land. But if each day,each hour, You feel that you are destined for me With implacable sweetness, If each day a flower Climbs up to your lips to seek me

I want to write, Write a happy song... That could bring back, The good times rolling The moments I have, Awaited for so long... I want to write, (I want to write)... Write it all for you. I want to shout, Shout the cheers... In the sunny shades of morning, To rejoice little blessings, Along the gay twitters, For gone are my longings... I want to shout, (I want to shout)... Shout the cheers for you! Life turns better, Allow yourself time to sail . Bumps don't matter, Dont waste yourself in wail. And it will happily pay... Bringing moments... gay. So, write all you... want, And shout all you... care, For happiness is what, Your words speak. And  happiness is... what you will breathe.

Sitting close by the stream, Reality, one unfolding dream, Stirring her feet to and fro, Losing in trancing ripples. Thinking why she lost, Making her thoughts cripple. Hurting ever the more deep, Countless as droplets in see, For they never seize to cause, What had made her lost. Losing in trancing ripples, Making her insides cripple. Searching for the missing core, Mending her broken sphere, Streams running a gentle course, Concealing what seems hard to show. The sublimity of encircling ripples, Making her soul cripple. Evoking realms of memory, Cajoling appears temporary. She knows no end. Her senses an aching blend. Sausing never ending ripples, Making her being cripple.

Raising my face to the morning sun Swooning as the chirplings fly by The smell of freshly baking muffins As the little boy yells 'aye! aye!' I open my eyes to the glorious rays And savour the taste of morning rays goodness of brimful lark in the sky Makes a heart with happiness to cry Smiling and blushing young apple cheeks Marches down the morning street Precious morning scent that I smell Serenity makes my heart swell Gestures of care, moments of bliss Morning stretch  I seldom miss A dime is what I hold in my hand Reminds me of where I stand For me this is my neverland

Thank you for all Your precious time Even if it dint Cost you a dime Love is not About corporeal allure Neither could it be Your libido lure! It’s beautiful than A renewed bloom Something you can Never hold prime. For it nurtures spiritual insight Incomplete, you’d never know its might Pity a soul That shan’t feel A heart... That doesn’t see. My chapters were open For you to read Tried my best To make you feel Something’s are just the way They are meant to be. From beginning, You stood Incomplete… Till the end you will be. Deceived… Am not by you Rather a grain of me That was once you.