winding whirlpools...

it is 5.20 pm right now and the day seems to have dragged her feet all over me... all i want to right now is pack my bags and come home...

i want to watch you as you sleep like a new born babe (baby)... long lashes still and fanning the dreams that keep your puppy brown eyes busy even as the rest of you lies peacefully in repose...

i want to hold in my hand your very own, the very same ones that make me feel warm on a cold winter evening, the ones that wipe away stray tears let lose by the one man i despise so mcuh, the ones that slap my back playfully in jest at a silly joke i managed to crack, the ones that feed me like a mother would in looking after her baby, the ones that caress my face tenderly when we are watching a movie and i shudder at some act of violence onscreen or am blissfully drifting into a dreamless sleep after a heavy meal...

i want you to wake up to me... smiling as our eyes meet, blushing as you pull me closer, tuck my hands between your and say 'i am so happy to see you...' that moment is a million smiles snuggled in one, a moment i crave for...