Wild Adapter
09-16-2006, 12:41 PM
This is but my humble endeavor to capture some of the magic of India and India's beautiful women..
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Let me go there, in the dark forest of your hair. Let the scent of Jasmine and musk give me a thousand deaths, then bath my body.. Bath my body with Rose water.. Purify it for my journey to heaven. The heaven that dwells in the depth of a thousand night.. the nights in your hair.
Entangle me, Entangle me in your long braids. Chain my yearning heart in the colorful threads that bind your hair. Do not liberate your hair from its cage of knots and threads. For i envy the wind that will crawl inside my heaven, I envy the wind that will make you dance. Dance away from me..
For i am but a dead man. A dead man killed by jasmine and musk and bathed in rose water.. And dead men don't dance.
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Draw me with you Kohl pencil, Complete a broken man. Then Draw your eyes with the blackness of the kohl.. Awaken the eyes of heaven. Gleaming stones of emerald that glistened the colors of earth and fire..
Draw me with your kohl pencil again, for you have broken me for the thousandth time.. again.
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Sha caught a playful butterfly between her hands. It fluttered against her interlaced fingers and tried to flee from her grasp.
Foolish butterfly..
Who wants to escape a cage adorned with the embriodery of henna and crowned with rings of ruby and gold?
Who wants to escape a cage with the scent of musk and roses.. A cage more delicate than the kiss of dew.. More Delicate than the touch of a fragile breeze after a monsoon?
Who wants to escape heaven?
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Let me go there, in the dark forest of your hair. Let the scent of Jasmine and musk give me a thousand deaths, then bath my body.. Bath my body with Rose water.. Purify it for my journey to heaven. The heaven that dwells in the depth of a thousand night.. the nights in your hair.
Entangle me, Entangle me in your long braids. Chain my yearning heart in the colorful threads that bind your hair. Do not liberate your hair from its cage of knots and threads. For i envy the wind that will crawl inside my heaven, I envy the wind that will make you dance. Dance away from me..
For i am but a dead man. A dead man killed by jasmine and musk and bathed in rose water.. And dead men don't dance.
. . .
Draw me with you Kohl pencil, Complete a broken man. Then Draw your eyes with the blackness of the kohl.. Awaken the eyes of heaven. Gleaming stones of emerald that glistened the colors of earth and fire..
Draw me with your kohl pencil again, for you have broken me for the thousandth time.. again.
. . .
Sha caught a playful butterfly between her hands. It fluttered against her interlaced fingers and tried to flee from her grasp.
Foolish butterfly..
Who wants to escape a cage adorned with the embriodery of henna and crowned with rings of ruby and gold?
Who wants to escape a cage with the scent of musk and roses.. A cage more delicate than the kiss of dew.. More Delicate than the touch of a fragile breeze after a monsoon?
Who wants to escape heaven?