Mind and you

My mind has limited focus capabilities
How do I get stuff done
When you have captivated
All my focus

Eyes and dreams

She was silent
Yet her eyes were spinning
A beautiful story

Her eyes were staring mine
It looked so
Yet her eye's were weaving
Some beautiful dreams

I lay there hoping
To play my role
In manifestation of those dreams
If not atleast I pray God
Not to fiddle with those
Tender beautiful dreams

Petrichor

I was like the mud,
Just lying around scattered,
Until you touched me like the rain,
To turn me into "Petrichor"

P.S. Petrichor is the smell you get when rain touches the ground.

Chasing gals

If you feel chasing gals is difficult try dreams

Flamboyant trip

The lady herself is in trip
Yet she trips this sober with her
Impeccable flamboyance

Nostalgic ride

She takes the drivers seat
Driving me through the lanes of Nostalgia
Only to realize later
That it was just Nostalgia

Intoxication

Intoxication meant smoke and drink to me
But you came in and gave it a whole new        dimension

                                  -Sumanth S Naik