ILLICIT Delectation!

The whisper, the gasp
It is just enough for us to live
if not till tomorrow, then at least today
And,
For everything that is yet to pass
That is yet to come
We are strong enough to stand
Through the clouds and the storms! :)

When those stony eyes, they take a careful yet careless gander, the earth is swept right out of my feet. I have nothing to contemplate of, nothing at all. There in the flare gaze of those glistening eyes, I just lose myself. And this losing, I don’t question of. It is something I would die to get lost in, not any haze but just those eyes. I would choose to perpetrate till eternity, the act of getting high, if I could just get that gaze, that stare, enough to knock me off everything.

The careless whisper, that is passed, and the obnoxious yet pleasant solitude, is what anyone would die for. In between all of these, those eyes, those whisper, and that touch, is everything I could possibly think of. Not that I have lost the hold of my memory, I am too sharp for that. But the lure of that confinement, of nothing but our reclusiveness, I happen to place before my memory.

And in between everything but us
I feel a kind of addiction that I cannot get enough of
A detachment I just can’t ever think of

And in almost everything I see
In the end, I conjure it up to we
Maybe this could be a mere ecstasy
But for every bit of me
My enstasy
There is a little bit of you
And your unexpressed yet implied
Parcel of felicity!