Random Ramblings

The unbridled fount of passion, (someone called it deep) dried out too soon. Love, like a gypsy’s guise enchants before disappearing. Yet, real men should dream again and real women love unconditionally There is no place for cowards in that ocean of happiness: a dreamland numb to the ruins of time. ~Proma

I couldn’t say the few words I wanted to say- they lay covered under an endless night. Now, I will spend twice as long to speak of half their original worth.

I want your eyes to warm up to my tender glance and lips to return the favor of a chance. I want your hands to feel the hardworking hands of mine vein by vein pulse by pulse beat by beat. When my body energy learns to swim to the flow of yours. When my fears disappear  to your loving touch-  When my world moves at your pace my bends fit into yours Simplifying - a complicated maze. When my every pause is met with another begin, no journey ever ends in that perfect place. -Proma Ray

The secrets of my heart are like water drops on a dark Japanese fan. Much as I want they won’t hide in the folds of time or fly, for the fear of failure. But sometimes, in the event of my forgetfulness, the wind will strum the fan and the drops will dance- unmindful of the fall. And in those musical moments, I will compose my song. ~Proma