Rockstarwisey Shadows of desires

The rain came down in soft whispers, a gentle drizzles that danced on the rooftops of Bangalore, punctuated by the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance. It was late afternoon, and the city was wrapped in a cool embrace, the kind of weather that sparked an electric connection in the air. Sammy, ruggedly handsome with playful eyes, salt and pepper beard and a confident grin, was stretching his legs under a makeshift tent at Cubbon Park, surrounded by runners and the uninhibited energy that came with marathon events. The 12 km run was about to begin, and he could feel the familiar thrill bubbling within him. Running was more than a sport; it was an escape, a way to balance his dominant persona with moments of grounding clarity. Beside him, a small group was warming up, chatting, vibing. As Sammy adjusted his googles, his heart skipped a beat when he spotted her. Dora. She stood a few feet away, her silky hair falling in luscious curves around her shoulders, wearing a fitted runnin...

Reflecting on the past Which gives me tremors The memories  that I wish to Burn I am here out to dream A new dawn in the making With new memories to make Old memories to Burn A day to reflect Wounds to heal but scars do remain Vibing in silence Trip to the past reliving the memories  Reliving the magical moments Hearts does tremor, my body does shiver Memories makes me mad Memories makes me sad Memories  makes me silent Memories makes me violent Memories in Me Memories which bleeds in me Memories  which I wish to Burn Memories which did heal Making new memories  burning old memories New memories to make Old memories  to break I will make it right  With all my might I will make it well Path to choose choices to make As a new dawn in the making There are moments to make There are memories to make There are choices to make  Living the life the way I want to I am what I am ..you are what you are.. Memories to Burn. Memories to heal. - Wisefool eflecti...

  Gift me sleep, I'll trade my soul, Why should I weep, when dreams console? Scars of the past haunt my nights, Future fears keep me from the light. Rest escapes me, memories creep, In the shadows, my fears run deep. Let dreams heal my troubled mind, In their embrace, solace I find. Silence the echoes of pain and fear, In the arms of dreams, draw near. Grant me peace, let my worries sleep, Gift me sleep, my soul to keep. Through the darkness, hope will rise, In the realm of dreams, my spirit flies. Leave behind the torment of yesterday, Embrace the dawn of a brand new day. Sleep, sweet sleep, my sanctuary, In your arms, I find sanctuary. Whispers of peace in the midnight air, Washing away every despair. Silence the echoes of pain and fear, In the arms of dreams, draw near. Grant me peace, let my worries sleep, Gift me sleep, my soul to keep. In the quiet of the night, Stars above shining bright. Dreams like rivers flow, Washing away sorrow. Silence the echoes of pain and fear, In t...

In the early morning, soft sunlight streamed through the glossy curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Sammy and Dora lay side by side skin to skin cuddling against each other, struggling to find sleep. The nights felt longer than ever, stretching endlessly, filled with whispers of desire and unspoken words. The gentle light illuminated their tired faces, reflecting the battle they fought against time and distance. Each dawn brought a new challenge, yet it also strengthened the bond they had forged in the dark. Sammy was a 40-year-old man into his fabulous forties with a passion for poetry and the art of conversation. He spent his days moderating a virtual chat site, creating spaces where people could share their thoughts and feelings. His world was filled with words, yet it was the absence of Dora that left him speechless. She was a charismatic young woman of Indian origin, living in the USA, and their initial exchanges had been playful flirts that quickly ignited a flame neit...

  Sammy, affectionately known as Sammy Uncle, was a vibrant man in his fabulous forties. At first glance, he seemed like a gentle giant, his towering figure and broad shoulders giving him an imposing presence. But those who knew him understood that inside this giant was a heart full of warmth and joy, a kid at heart as cute vibrant panda who lit up every room he entered. His laughter was infectious, and his smile could brighten even the darkest days. Sammy had a unique charm that drew people to him, and he wore it like a badge of honor. In his life, there was one person who brought him endless joy—Agnes, or Aggi as he lovingly called her. Aggi was a fifteen-year-old girl, bursting with energy and dreams. With her bright eyes and infectious laughter, she was like a ray of sunshine in Sammy's life. Aggi was no ordinary teenager; she had a spark that made her stand out, a charm that matched Sammy's in wit and humor. Their bond was special, almost magical, built on a foundation o...

Under the Stars t he night sky was a deep blanket of indigo, studded with glimmering stars that watched over the world below. Wisey stood on the terrace, the cool breeze ruffling his hair, but inside, a tempest brewed. His heart raced as he glanced at Saavi, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the city lights in the distance. She was a vision, her laughter light and airy, contrasting sharply with the weight pressing on his chest. They had come here to escape, to breathe in the freedom of the night—but Wisey knew, deep down, that this moment was fraught with tension. He was a husband and a father, yet here he was, tangled in a web of desire for Saavi. It felt wrong, yet every glance at her made his pulse quicken, his resolve weaken. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Saavi asked, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the stars. He could hear the innocence in her voice, the genuine wonder that made his heart ache. “Yeah,” he replied, forcing a smile. “It really is.” Saavi turned to him, her g...