i love - being in love

i love when i love things around
i love when i get to laugh
i love when my heart feels happy
i love when i love people around me
i love it when i see the bright side of life
i love it when i get to do what my heart desires
i love it when i am not sad
i love it when i hum my favorite song
i love it when i feel special
i love it when he makes me feel special
i love it when he looks into my eyes
i love it when i look into his eyes
i love it when he smiles to me
i love to spend time with him
i love to be just next to him
i love it when we hold each other
i love it when we laugh together
i love it when we talk together
i just love the feel of love...
and being in love !!!

powerful love stories

the two most powerful love movies i have seen...

- love story
- hum dil de chuke sanam

both full of pain and form of true love that goes beyond self (not just love for each other)...ultimate

i am in love for the 68th time

when ever i see his movie i yet again fall in love with Hugh Grant !!!

Love me, now......and for ever

Love me now when I am young and fresh
With smiles and life to explore

Love me even when I go out of shape
bringing up seed of our love

Love me even when I
with age become slow

Love me also when I
am unable to make love to you any more

Love me when I get haggered
and my skin wrinkles

Love me even when passion in me
exist no more

Love only me, even when a young girl
in old age comes to you to lure

Coz my love - I love you, not for your youth
but for what you are

not for your ability to make love
but for the love you hold in your heart

so you too love me my love,
not for the sake of lust
but for the sake of love
Love me... now ... and for ever.

Obsession is it?

It comes with a pang of hatred, I see her with him, touch his hands, kiss his lips and….. Oh Lord am I human, that I want to cut every bit of hers that touched him?

The scenes could change and sequence could vary, but each time I feel the same blood flow up my legs and collect in a pit in my heart, that pains, pains so much and I close my eyes to see that image, I push it away, but it comes back from like a flash, and leave me boiling, fuming in rage.

I have not seen or met her and does it even matter? it is in the past, even I have skeletons in my closet, but they seem nothing. I cannot bear the thought of some other eyes looking at him, some other lips lust for him, hands wanting to touch him……so much so I cannot share him even with his family, his smiles should be only for me, he should only share moments for me, how can he laugh with them when he says he belongs to me?

How can he sleep in the room that does not have me around? how can he walk on the roads and let people look at him? I hate the cigarette smoke that he takes in, as it touches the insides of him that I cannot reach, how can he talk to strangers and let them hear his voice? How come the air around him touches him all the time and not me….why can’t I bear these thoughts…..why?

I want to be the food that satisfies his hunger, the water that takes his thirst away, blanket that gives him warmth, the breeze that brushes his cheek, I want to be the only thing he needs, wants, desires and loves in life. I want him to love me and me alone.

I cannot and will not share him with anyone, be it family, friends or foes. I will not let him even hate someone as that would take some space in his mind. I will not let him live where all his needs are not satisfied by me.

I am foolishly, madly and hopelessly in love with him. But people say it is an obsession. You tell me obsession it is or love?

All I ask him is to love me and let me love him, day after day, night after night. Is it too much to ask that you call it an obsession?

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