A stolen Paradise.

                                A stolen paradise.

Either of them knew how it had started. The room was filled with people and noise everywhere. The windows were tightly shut. And the room was suffocating with a bunch of crazy people in it.

The pulled out couch could handle them in the back. The friends of them sat down on the floor when there were these two, glinting through the dark like two stars in a galaxy full of darkness.

His hands slid into hers as no one ever noticed. But, I noticed. I never told them but I saw him looking into her eyes with their hands intervened. She looked everywhere, to check if people were looking at them.

They did nothing, but yet, it was something.

From being on to those strangers, they went on being friends.

And after a lifetime, he could catch her hand without letting her stare at him awkwardly.

I was obviously looking at them, but they never knew.

He wanted to get the remote which was near me but all he could search for in that darkness was her hand instead of the remote. He caught her hand and asked whether she had it. 

He wrote the words of love in the stone of Zion.

She smilingly replied with a nod. I was apparently, searching for the remote which was next to me, and then, he asked her.

They never placed their hands on the remote.

I still continued gaping at them. He placed his wrist on her groin.

Oh! I wish she hadn’t worn Denim.

After a minute, I just wanted them to bloom.

I got out of the couch when he never was bothered about anyone near him.

I smiled as I got out realizing how love could make them forget the Human Kind around them. 

All he had was her now. Not his friends. Not his Family. Not himself.

I walked out of the small room and settled with the people outside. I twiddled my thumbs as I waited for them. And, after an existence, she came out first. And, following her, he came out.

There were exactly five people beside me, but none of them saw the seed being germinated as they cut a long stare with his cheeks widening and as he gave a silly smirk on her.

She smiled, as she could never.

He raised his brows asking her what it was, with no words coming out of his mouth. 

All they did was a glance. A glance which could never lose its battery.

They still don’t know that I knew what they were.

She probably would text me now.

And, he. He would come and ask me, who this is all about,

‘Cause, he ne'er was aware that everything I wrote was about them.

And, that was how another High-School Love started.

Lights of Fantasy

                            Lights of Fantasy                              

         Your hair was so perfect. It tangled as I kept tossing them. The smile on your face showed onto me. You supposedly did not like people touching your hair. I threw them backwards and went south. I touched your fore head and wept all those tiny droplets of sweat from them. You put your hand on mine and pulled it out to your cheeks. You were trembling as I kept playing with your face. You were serious, but yet you were probing for more love. I could hear you swallowing your saliva as you looked at me with your eyes hiding so many tremendous things you could do. The eyes of yours showed things you could do to me. The things I am craving for. You placed your hands on my waist as you pushed yourself closer to me. You were asking me to start first with your eyes on mine. 

“You never spoke, but yet, you told something!” 

             I pushed my bosom nearer to yours and kissed you on your neck. You feathered upon my neck and lifted me and couched myself on you. The bed pounded as you landed on it. I laughed at you. The awkward smiles existed forever. I was on you when your heart was on mine. You lied on the bed and looked at me when I was upon you. You were shivering as I hauled your shirt off. My index revolved around your navel. You were tensed than ever. Your Adam’s apple couldn’t be stable. We were laying on the king size bed and we looked at each other as you put your lips on my cheek first. I turned and put my lips on yours. Our lips pursued one another and were fixed as you gave a smile from your heart. I could no longer find anything wrong in my life. Your chest bore me as you removed my tank top. The movement of your stomach could be sensed. I made love with you all for once. I put my shirt on and stepped out of your bed room and I turned back to see you place your hands on the stomach of yours and laugh for yourself. I paced as soon as I could and kissed you on your lips as we made a tight lock.
 And it was never broken.