Am a simple, complicated wild Cinephile, Critic and Fan of all things LIFE and I never make my home in a place; It’s inside my head. I find what I need to furnish it – Family = SHAH RUKH KHAN, memories, friends I trust and the love of learning and YES...MOVIES MOVIES MOVIES ~
You are in my guts Shah and I am acting because you are alive... *ILU* ~@LarvK
"I read everything including the laundry list that comes at my home. When I used to stay in a hotel and couldn't find a book to read I used to read the instructions on how to escape in case of a fire. I love reading and like to read almost every book. I need to read before I sleep" ~@iamsrk
SHAH RUKH KHAN...YALE CHUBB FELLOW...SO PROUD OF YOU MY SHAH, *ILU*~
"World...Move over you’re standing on my oxygen tube.... I need to breathe~" #YALESRK... @iamsrk~
Today is a good day to new beginnings, Our tale may be old but it’s new in this season Speaking the arc of truth today My muse’s blessing took the form of An immaculate colored breeze devouring the rebellious butterfly on the wing As he guided me to
My new year’s resolution...
Loving those within and closest to my heart Now more than ever As he loved then, I loved back Now I love and he loves even more We will love still And hope to love infinitely Without misfortune or ramification In the sweet breathing of our lives 2011 is a good year to just love And truly be loved eternally and thereafter.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE AND STAY BLESSED WITH LOTS OF LOVE~
Love came in a Spanish calypso with sonnets written under a Back Bay’s Indian moon It was smoking a Cuban cigar filled with verses written by romantic film heroes Blowing clouds of carnival sounds trying to rewrite the notes to my heart I fell prey to the sweet tongue Kissing my heaven When I was awakened from the hypnotic loving It had stolen my rebel Leaving me like those badass poets Who once composed the history of Britain with their famished teeth Volcanic lyrics that made The devil retreat under words they can now be seen on road side theaters Singing tunes of Shakespeare Writing love messages in bottles Searching for that predator Who indulged on their hearts Very shortly they will blossom Because that is what love will do Filling your inkwell with roses and soft melodies Making you forget to cry I feel the beating heart from graves Of men whose bravery still bleeds on my page I didn’t want to fall in love And have it take away the pain Because yesterday needs revealing and tomorrow needs replenishing
I love The child in him so innocent and sweet The mischief in his eyes The blush upon his cheek The tender way he speaks I love That he shows me that he cares And tells me he loves me in his own invented language The little colds disturbing his ever Strong immune system That give him a stuffy nose, How he sweetly agonizes On everything smelling less How I make him chicken noodle soup And give him lemon with sweet honey Cold remedies concocted in the Pharmacy of my soul Honey lemon syrup of passion and Hot ginger filled in his laughter I love The touch of his warm hand That gently touches my hair When he’s feeling better And he holds me in his arms The warmth from his chest on my face as I lay on my forever home I love When he wears "the pink eye glasses" The way he says my name When I kiss his nose The smiles that we share That fill my life with glee For when I’m with him I find the child in me.
I wrote this first in long hand in the dark Wrote you short hand in the dim to feel the words take me innocently upon the page the distractions of the colour of life ruled away Or was I trying to be a secret agent of my words? Going undercover as I scrawled my heart speak over an unlit page hiding my feelings in the dimming But each letter that fell I knew where the right imprint of my truth was I desire to write them on your skin each day one by one with my tongue dipped in the ink of you I love you I love you still I love you without the need to have a returning page Eyes closed into the shadow of us you ate from the goblet of my flames slowly I consumed the fuel of my forever love for you I lay quietly, glistening, the stars of my skin twinkling as your fingers passed You wondered what universe you had led my mind to. I played amongst the clouds the tremulous symphony that was neither predictive nor pre-emptive. Annihilating me you celebrated my fascination Imbibing our motivation right to the core of the matter to the nuance of our heart beat with undying emotion. Such it was... A knowing that cannot be spoken A love that cannot be broken. Day came with a discerning ray of light And I awoke with a smile of contentment my lips blurred a little in midnight blue A no regret kind of awakening morning It just does not feel wrong to love the way we do, our biopic.
She walks through the door startling him, he looks up. For a while they stare at each other. Then she says, “You look tired, it looks like it’s been a busy day.” He replies, "Yeah..you have been busy too." Can you tell me what happened?
She replies, “Maybe someday...”
Then he asks her, "Did I lose you? Did I..?"
She walks up to him and hugs him. Then she answers, “I have known you all my life and even then I only knew half of you...the promise of you. But these past few months, you have fulfilled your promise. How could you ever lose me?
He tightly hugs her tears rolling down his eyes, he kisses her forehead.
It was a lovely early morning in the wild, the sun was just mounting up high in the sky and the hill-side whitened with blossoms of mountain ash. Late autumn colors flashed hues of red, yellow, drab, purple and light to dark shades of green. A rich coverlid of grass— exotic animals and birds—with private untrimmed banks of primitive apples and pebble-stones all negligent of one another as beautiful fragments. That is what I called them or thought of them. Drooping shy and unseen were our love thoughts of love yielding and acts of love climbing. Hands and arms of love, lips of love, phallic thumbs of love, breasts of love, bellies pressed and glued together with love. An all earthly chaste of jungle love it seemed. Watching our body of love--the body of the man I love with me as the morning dew airs blew from the southwest, nature unraveling--the hairy wild-bee murmured and hankered up and down— griping the full grown lady-flower, curved upon her with amorous firm legs, took his will of her, and held himself tremulous and tight till he was satisfied. In the wet of woods through the early hours, the curious roamer kept at work; his hands roaming all over the body with bashful withdrawing of flesh where the fingers soothingly paused and edged themselves. The mystical delectable night—the strange half-welcome pangs, visions, sweats, had brought us to pulses pounding through palms and trembling encircling fingers, a rocking conclusion at the horizon. Flushes after flushes, surfing in the rain as everything seemed better when wet. Hot hands seeking to repress what would master him; his voice carrying me into a land of open grass plains, a place where anything and everything was possible. Jungle fever driving us mad. Then a wholesome relief, stillness, content with fulfilled sighs. Work was done as we tossed carelessly to fall where we could in the beautiful wilderness, our safari concluded.
Trickling in caramel toffee warmth down my back, he slithers as sugar magic streams through our veins. My stomach aching to receive the lightness that is the tone in his caressing voice, crushing like stampeding animals, herded through a kaleidoscope rainbow, remembering to slow down. Then taking it all in before the atmosphere disappears, our Safari sketched. Erupting into chaotic cacophonous diatribe on frailty, realizing this is reminiscent of nothing ever felt before, giving new meaning to feelings. Every fiber in my being driven to call out to your wild, primitive self, brooding and emotive yet somehow fragile, elongated musings drawing out in the middle of the afternoon, tasting toffee colors and mischief swirls of ice-cream on the lips of you. Us dripping down walls like water draining, sapping of energy but still energized enough, partaking in another rendition of love’s ballad. Harmonizing elegantly, sensuously, sumptuously, and scintillating lust masquerading in erotic repose. None knowing the depths of this passion we share, giving up all attempts to decipher our puzzle, meaning only to enjoy this moment. Hoping for many others that resemble this delightful melting of ebony and ivory, titillating, unabated and inebriated spirits morphed into one. Marathon sessions of exasperations, sleeping and awakening to start all over again, drawing in breathes upon shattering release, losing grip on sense; giving in to shameless enjoyment. Deploying every trick ever leaned through time, eliciting the love, pleasures of body and mind. Electrifying skin prickles with droplets of sweat, glistening with sheen of exhaustion, palpitating hearts beating in unison, so many beats per minute. Racing to the point of passing out we shout; "Oooh...now isn't this just the sweetest insanity of toffee and ice-cream swirl?"
FOR ALL YOUR LOVE AND JOYS THAT YOU GIVE ME...WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU MAKE MY LIFE AND OUR FAMILY'S. BABY *ILU* INFINITY. I HOPE YOU'RE BLESSED WITH MORE THAN 10 MILLION FOLLOWERS. BECAUSE I KNOW I WOULD FOLLOW YOU TO THE END OF THE EARTH SHAH~
Strutting my verve on these wireless waves, flaunting my literary drinks, assimilating succulent dissertations, wanting your doing words to feel my curves, Teasing out all manner of fascination and enthrallment. Sucking your bookish toplip with my words my Space Cowboy, You, tasting of punctuation and unfinished sentences, allure! Slowing down love, as you delicately drink the intoxication of my syntax, feeling my word licks through your Wifi space; iPad, iMac, Nokia, Kindle, steering your gravity towards sublime expression. Watching me as I slowly strip off the formula of what rhymes in you, flowing only in pure hardcore with no meter. I am so grammatically undressed as I feel your holographic 3D image around and within me, loving this feeling of allegorical nakedness.
Lying with me in a bed of supple supposition, phrasing your desires in my mind, pushing towards the opening number. There are no shy abbreviations between us, you’re in me as am blooming in your every era, daring yourself to be my body scribe, printing me in your soul forever. Touching the inside of my declaration, writing your bounteous words along my hips, while feeling our hot groove of sultry alliteration, reading aloud the mutual arousal of this written chorus. Loving me in my sonnets, Me, understanding all of your composition, There’re no word limits to us, No censored feelings. I am unadulterated and unedited, I am your prose, you complete me with your aspirations while penning me with your satisfactory sigh. You’re my written muse needing to be read, baby, we have come a long way.
He moved away from the edge as the lights turned yellow and then green accelerating hard, the race was long and it was going to be tough. His competitors were faster; it seemed it was getting pretty rough. As the first corner beckoned, it got a bit tighter. But he dove down inside and got it just right. Exiting the bend while the rear end was sliding, my qualified driver relaxed nearing 96 laps ‘til the end. He had had some good races in the past and qualified seventh, his experience helped him make up to fourth and then third place. By the end of the 97th lap he was sitting in second but he knew what to do as my driver was no nerd. While burning flames were spitting from the exhaust he was braking for the turns. Though slippery from the oil, he had learnt to use this to his advantage in the past as he remembered bit by bit how to maneuver. He passed other drivers showing his true grit, half way through the race he was in the lead but he had to stop at the pits because he needed new tires and another swift adrenaline boost on 60 seconds. Regaining the lead once more he outwitted his rivals, seemed the strategy was working. On lap 98 and just two more to go, he feared things could go horribly wrong at this point but he refused to show his worries. He was a man of his word always finishing the challenges ahead of him. He calmed himself down becoming one with his car; such a beauty he had. Lovingly he stroked its steering wheel the car VRRRrrrmed as he raced deep into the finish line, the superstar had won! Receiving a Superhero trophy on the podium, he shook hands with his rivals and went to caress his baby one more time, an equally titled fine-tuned supersonic speed machine.
You set out on a journey to Ithaca full of adventure and knowledge, as emotions touch your body and soul, the fierce Poseidon rises within you. Your thoughts remain lofty entering ports seen for the first time. Souring through the secret ruins of Istanbul, Roma, Barcelona and Athena; stopping at Phoenician markets and purchasing fine merchandise. Mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony. A beautiful voyage, arousing sounds of lutes and lyras entice your ears. Lovers dancing on the isles of Greece, where Sappho loved and sung bring a smile to your immortal face.
Reminiscing of a past encounter your temperature raises, Athena sensing it sees the string of your kite and follows it straight to you like the scent of fresh roses and delicate thyme. Her skirt flutters covering your face as you bend down to pick up your Spanish guitar. Her sensual perfumes provoke the scorpion phoenix in you, causing an abrupt urge to yell..., " Today, I shall play these strings to quench my Athena’s thirst." Your words stir up the heart in her breast, she watches you as you caress the strings of the guitar a delicate flame running beneath her skin. Yearning for you to release her from the grueling anxiety that her soul longs for, she’s almost scared to admit that the adventures of your body much like your voyage excite her. That on multiple occasions she has heard your calls of starving and craving as she ached and wanted you even more.
Tongued hesitation builds up the tension along the border of her skin eyeing your fingers teasing the instrument at hand. Her body ablaze, her admission to you comes as no surprise, she runs down every path of you exhausting herself in the many patterns of you. You run your fingers down her bare back and circle to her belly knowing where her gate is latched, Athena in turn lovingly savoring where your slope is anchored. Muscles harden, sights, smells and sounds, her limbs shaking slightly as your own ravenous appetite surrenders to her every will...you sigh. You knew you had always wanted her, and that despite your different latitudes, she had always belonged to you. Your surroundings erode as you play harder her rhythm enticing you, leaving you wanting more. Her skin static to your every touch sends sweet shivers down your spine while the madness of your musk leaves her without an identity. A perfectly calm afternoon of shopping turned into a tempest of emotions as you create flames from the friction of your humid bodies. Your mind ticked over, your whole world explodes! Everything at that moment belonging to only you and her. "Don’t let me lose the wonder of your eyes", you mutter. "Sssh...! You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon winds. I found your kite...It was sweet tasting it and it belongs only to us", she replies. Her eyes filled with mischief, a giggle escapes her tender lips. You smile back at her holding her in your arms as you gaze at Mt. Olympus in the horizon. You close your eyes hoping Zeus will keep your secret at bay.
The evening is young, you’re relishing the views and noises of the ancient city of Kusadasi from your balcony. You decide to take a walk to the hotel bar, realizing its Turkish night you sit down for a drink.
The bartender hands you a Raki as the drumming beats increase, the evening celebrations have began. Taking a sip of your drink you scout around and notice her noticing you. Clad in belly dance attire she gets up, smiles at you and starts gyrating her shoulders to the percussion. You take another sip of your drink and smile back at her. Like a shot to the brain your senses suddenly awaken, you light a cigarette your eyes focused on her. She places her hand on her leg slowly moving it up her thigh knowing you’re watching.
Arching her body backwards she twirls and shimmies with mesmerizing hip rolls to the tempo of cymbals and piccolo. Swaying all the right parts with such emotion for you, lovingly telling you as she picks up pace, showing the beauty of her female form. Your heat reverberating to the depths of her soul like an aphrodisiac uncurling sensual side, rousing your loins with mysterious eyes wide.
Come hither your smiles do, sweet feminine wiles, Turkish delight. Framed and bejeweled in the evening light, her golden coins tinkle and chime as she moves through the dance floor all a while reading your smile. All are spellbound as she continues to perform but she’s only dancing for your pleasure. Imitating a serpent uncoiling to the ancient Mizmar, she writhes and glides sensuously to the ancient sounds, of the eastern moon. She enters your psyche, taking over your mind, hands palpitating, pulse beating to heady rhythms carnal entwining.
Her hips pounding out to the beats of Darbuka;
Dum, Dum Taka Tak Dum, Dum Taka Tak...
Rising seductively to the music, not a beat amiss. Moving closer and closer to you she weaves her way to your chair, she calls out to you in tradition, "Buyurmak Sevgilim...Come darling dance with me.." You oblige and stand up but then she sits you down parts your knees and proceeds to dance between them. You let out a sweet gasp unbelievable, her every shift redefining a different kind of ecstasy within you.
Staccato hip moves, Hip Twist, Hip Bump, Hip Thrust As she grinds Up and Down on you. Arm waves, shoulder rotations, Head slide, You mourn, such is your desire to finish her as you watch her belly trembling like wind ripples, she gains speed suddenly, leading you to Nirvana, a constant state of bliss.
Circles, eights, camels, snakes accentuating, your body heat swelling,
Cleopatra in Caesar’s arms…heating your passion in sweat, exploding with antagonizing pleasure...And then climax, fast and lively, grand finale as she bathes you in her erotic embrace. Her audience still in the state of hypnotic trance. Here in the blissful presence, she’s all yours...you gracefully tangle, the drumming settling into silence as the dance concludes. Never have you known a better night than this.
She whispers in your ear, "Tonight, I wanted you just like this...such was my feminine intent."
A Father who teaches his own to find their own paths, and to put their best foot forward, In so doing they find themselves starring at your footsteps. Shah, you have never needed a manual, never asked for directions, And have even made a few wrong turns; despite insisting that you knew where you were going. But you have always managed to steer your little ones in the right direction, time and time again. Fatherhood requires that you wear many varied hats, I gotta say, you wear them very well. From me, a happy father’s day to you means I love you first of all, G. One...I thank you for all you do. You’re an amazing and wonderful father in a million different ways, and you merit loving compliments and accolades of praise. As the best dad in the universe, you’re like a solitary mountain, with all your love rock-like, steep, and strong. Papa Shah, you’re the The majesty of a tree, The warmth of a summer sun, The calm of a quiet sea, The generous soul of nature, The comforting arm of night, The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle's flight, The joy of a morning in spring, The faith of a mustard seed, The patience of eternity, The depth of a family need, The masterpiece complete, In you I see my own father, In you I cherish my loving mate, In you I glow in my best friend But most importantly, It means you mean a lot to me, and that I honor you as the father that you’re. This is for you baby for being an understanding, patient, loving, sharing, funny, silly, serious, caring, and extremely imaginative father, actor and lover. Happy Father’s Day Shah…*ILU*~
Galactic journeys, my rife. Responsibilities, sign here and there.
Paperwork phobia, 'please stop jumping me I will be back', he proclaims.
Yes Sir! Due projects, last minute meetings, crunch time and shaking!
High fevers? No worries darling, 'I love daughters, get well very very soon sweet angel my love,' he prays.
Kiddies, forgotten goodies,
Heavens! Unpacked mess,
Find me Sir, am a pink thin Ipod.
Papa, don’t forget the blue literature notebook.
Scrambling, looking up on shelves,
Peeking under the beds, Aaaargh...Between the sofa cushions,
Aha! Blue literature book, living room table ornate a dimpled smile.
Up and down the stairs, searching,
dragging sofas, playroom squirks! Huggy pooh bears,
Ouch! Code tripping, Shrek 3, Lord of the Rings, ....
Oo...pink Ipod, Sigh!
Random Access; my companion shadow..access two,
unison bonding,
Flying Istanbul, London, South Africa, Rome, galactic journeys,
a never ending conclusion.
Access two, happiness, boundaries unknown.
You, me and us, time and distance irrelevant,
Reaching out to you, giving in to me, taking all,
Challenging the journey, opening your soul inside out
You, engulfing my heart, outside in.
Tear drops of joy flooding my eyes, winning over your doubts,
putting all your learning in practice, achieving our dreams.
Both crossing the bridge, life teaching us new lessons,
taking us to new places.
Loosening your belts, setting my wings far and wide.
Letting the wind fly us above the clouds, directing us towards the sun.
Walking on your galactic path, feeling the wisdom of yesterday,
rejoicing in what will come and dare,
giving way for a journey worth taking.
Words achingly indescribable, singing our seventh hour trebles
A color coded galactic journey, making it all we want.
South Africa hosts World’s United Soccer front, World Cup Soccer Fans.. Mad, wild, sexy, fanatical, loving the ball King, remembering my muse, touching your soul. Emotional, frenzy, missing mum, Up all night mother and I watching, Rudi Voller, Rumeinnege, Socrates, Maradona so far, so good, for me Love.
Excitement, fever, kids, en route South Africa, My own kitty team, butterflies angelic. Our Favourites; Argentina, Brazil, Germany, Spain, England
O Mother if thou were here.. Perfection, So love, so me, that’s when, The joy I felt, I feel again. Stumbling within reach, yet so far, Stars, heavens, Harmony. Crowns climaxing, Messi unbelieveable, Kaka unstoppable, Ronaldo speed and grace.. Torres cool unpredictable, Rooney a bull, Ballack missing, Xavi surprise. Rockets playing, Zico, Platini, Beckenbeuer, Paolo Rossi, Baggio, Ronaldinho. Graceful, strong, Soccer so beautiful. Rains shower me, singing, dabbling Running, Heat, sweating, kicking, huffing, puffing So fair, so soft, so free. Drenched sticky Oooooh..
You're here again, waiting, till morrow takes us there, So try, so long, till then, Soccer and rains turn-ons extraordinaire.
