Why my dreamgirl doesn’t turn into real world ?

~*******~

U get me …. Up

U get me …. Down

U get me …. In

U get me ….out

I always wander here and around

But u send no soothing sound

~~~~~~~~~~~~

In d warm closet of my room

she embroiders on a piece of paper

the world’s piercing words loom

sitting on chair

and her pen dancing at d entry of her luscious lips

moving back n forth….

while her mind engaged in circulation of d crazy stuff taught in our class room….

Her right leg posted above her left one

goes right a little and left a more….

The scene I see, flames my heart with extra sensuality

I lose my punctuality…

dreaming abt her…My heart beats faster…….

or…. may be slower

as it is difficult to say……….

But den dis this repeats all day….

in my mind, in my room, in my body n soul…

~~~~~~~~~~~

As I slide down

more down

my fingers down her head to her lips

with a flick about her lips

she shivers, or she shies ..

unable to guess

but my heart is on high…

~~~~~~~~~~

In d rain I find rhythm of joy

when her legs sprang low up n high down

the smile, d innocence

the peer sense of her natural delight

pounds my feelings about her

I get another chance to indulge in

fantasy or say d most fantastic world to me……

But my feelings festered

my dreams deformed

as soon as I realized

that another guy has captured

the girl of my dreams

I am left with nothing else screams

~~~~~~~~

U get me …. Up

U get me …. Down

U get me …. In

U get me ….out

I always wander here and around

But u send no soothing sound