Tuesday 15 April 2014

Impulse

The air wafts from you
It triggers my sensory cells
My brain analyses the impulse
It is sweet and fragrant

The light emits from you
It triggers my sensory cells
My brain analyses the impulse
It is bright and colourful

The sound produces from you
It triggers my sensory cells
My brain analyses the impulse
It is soft and silvery

Monday 14 April 2014

Sands Of Love

When you try to move a huge boulder,
It will leave a deep mark on the ground.

If you want to move my heart,
Do fill up the mark with nothing but your love.

Of course, in return, I'll be your boulder -
To shield you from mishaps and depravity.

Even if I am eroded to sands,
I would pave a way for you to walk on.