Dup dup, tap tap tap Can't quite catch your singing As you kiss my rooftops Bloom much later in my dreams you shall Blinking neon flowers, music intact. ā % &
Bulbausaurus Run amok before us Lighting a forest With a single spark to torch us We sing along a chorus To calm him to the core's Suddenly he gets all porous Weep tears into the forest. ā % &
Your eyelids flutter- Wings of a humming bird Hovering over the rose So fragrant.. Overpowering the whole garden Strong-willed like your scented hair in the breeze, black, pitch black Takes me to the night sky adorned with stars that shimmer Like the sparkle in your eyes And then you go fluttering again..
I think I would pick Issac Asimov's short story "Liar". It is written by my favorite author and has my favorite character 'Susan Calvin'.
It is a very interesting science fiction story that captures the vulnerabilities of the human heart, even in the most rational of human being. At the same time it also includes the loop holes of the famous three laws of Robotics of Asimov. Above all I can visualise this as a play because most of the story unfolds as dialogues and it suits well to the space and time constrains of a theatre play. ā % &
That means I can control the rain! Ha! I will make it rain everytime I sing. It would be a ridiculous miracle indeed- my tone deaf cacophony bringing showers of rain like Tansen. And in this horrid summer that just might be enough to stop my mother shouting at me every single time I hum a tune.ā % &
Your hand on my chest is my hand Your words spew mine Did you ingest me or was it the other way round? Partings will bleed and inflame now So let's sleep till tomorrow. ā % &
1] They are solitary creatures and prefer to lay hidden somewhere ( relatable)
2] Their eight arms have a mind of their own and can solve puzzles to reach food. ( how cool is that? and apparently their food pipe goes through their brain!)
3] They have three hearts ( and I wish to be more hearty) ā % &