The burning soul
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The roots of my desire are barefaced
The bruise of the past are forgotten
I'm ready to be hurt again
hit me hit me, harder this time
i wish to live with you,as the
flesh and the blood,your love
feeds my life source


The traces of your footsteps are sharper
The pains in my heart is numb now
i have nothing to lose
win me win me, my senses seek you
life without you is useless
is there a body without soul alive
so can i live without you

The ebbing emotions are dried out
all that counts is you and the
rest of my world revolves around you
stop me stop me,from the self destruction
all i ask is your love
nothing more or nothing less
just love me for what i am


i burn my soul for your love
love me love me love me

-Butterfly Dreamer

OPPOSITES ATTRACT
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is there a reason to love
is there a way to say that
i love you.to express
will he hate me after that



does she really like me,or is it with
all the other guy too.
will she understand my desires
can i win her body


the dreams that we can have together
are alluring and attractive.
is this we call as soul mates
am i really under this starry sky


the perfection of her body calls
the lips are inviting.
I'm floating up high my sensations
say that this is more hallucinating than alcohol




what do i find in him, my love
my desires, my wild side,is he the
the other part of me.the answer
is in him.I'm exploring.


the depth of of her love makes me
happy more than her body that feeds
my youth.this is her dream
that i wish to live for her
-Butterfly Dreamer

Daring Dreams-vision before the passage
The pain inflicts the heart as the
Walk through the passage grows
At the final destination the flash
Throws the memories in the rewind
Of all those events of the past take
The final finale of the play
The best and the worst of the performances
Displayed in the flickering seconds
My cry, My suckle, My smell,
My vision, My voice, Their warmth
Their voice, Their love, Their care
My first teddy, my first foot,
My first word, My School,
My rival, My bond in blood
My first friend, the next Desk guy,
My first crush, The puberty,
The shyness, My Admiration,
My Fantasies, The Wild desires,
My Failures, My winning streaks,
My Trump Cards, The first coffee
The endless flirts, all those
Sins confessed and buried
The love said and unsaid
Finally I see you my yellow butterfly
The golden yellow glittering at the
Tunnel that beholds light behind
I here by wait to meet the maker
Of my soul, with the daring dreams
Never ending in the undisturbed
Sleep of mine .the pain eases and dissolves
Away in the vanity of the reality.
-Butterfly Dreamer

TO THE BALLERNIA WHO SLEEPS
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Why were you stolen away my little flower
My love. I’m barren again. The emptiness
Occupies our lives, the silence that knives
Through the heart and the bleeding heart
Stops not to think of you, the laughter that
Echoed the walls are now just memories
The dining room without the art that
You make is like the cemetery. Make
Them vivid with your spillage of milk
Spread the food all around, we are never
Tired of cleaning.Your stubbornness
Is what we seek. Make our days sunnier
By the innocent smile of yours, I wait to
Nurse you, to see your falling steps ,
He waits to comfort you, to protect
You and fulfill your wishes.
The chateau is empty without
your foot steps like the haunted mansion.
Where did thy lord’s mercy go,
Stealing my womb’s treasure
I shall never forgive you my lord .
Sleep my ballerina in peace.
My love’s gift Sleep well my darling
under the shadows
Of the cherry blossoms.

-ButterflyDreamer

MOON FLOWER –unacquainted love -II
Look into my eyes my moon flower,
Bright and cool is the light, I feel the
Love in my veins calling me, to unite
With the serenity that I long for, long
Am I dreaming, stay with the reality,
My consciousness begs, yet you my
Dream let’s aboard the eternal, mystic
Wagon to reach the shooting Stars,
Kiss me; kiss me to warm no to
Revive my senses that were withered
To bloom from my roots and spread
The fragrance, Ignite my passions
To live the real moments Burn me
Like the fires of hell leaving no scars
Tempt me to taste the purity of essence
Love me to love till the core of the
River that vitalizes my body drain
Hit me as the storm leaving nothing
But you alone in my memories
Play me as the musician to the tune
My vibrancies towards the love you
Provide. Steaming in the fog,
I always drench and drift towards
The one that will never occur,
I need you my moon flower.
I wish and I wish that may
This dream longer than the existence
Of my dear Soul

Butterfly Dreamer

The Forbidden Fruit
Under the shades of tree
Sighting the best of fruit
So lustrous, colored in the
Liquid that sustains life,
Calls to taste, I feel out
The lust in our eyes,
That wants the taste,
Intoxicated with the
Courage of youth,
Temptation fails not to
Play the ancient game
Yet we stand out
With the rationale,
My silent love, the
FORBIDDEN fruit,
I allure the day
And your presence
The taste to conceal
Within our souls
To eternity .
-ButterflyDreamer

Peace- where art thou
Darkness abounding me swallow
my soul, my dreams are dried
out, the blood in my veins
have ebbed way without love,
nothing but hollowness embraces,
tears rolling down, unstoppable
fate mocks me, time passes away
like the trickling drops of the
spring pond, to live and fade
as a ghost ,my heart struggles
against thee. To stand out
unique am I paying my soul
to the devil, none but my master
knows. Still my search among
the masses continue for the window
of life. With a saber, to make
my wilder smooth, I struggle.
hug me the never ending sleep,
that in you let me feel,
the peace I long for.
ButterflyDreamer

Wild Love - too much of love will kill u

Flames of love burns the
Gracious heart, scared not
By the thought, lust prevails
Among the mind, the blood
With the venom of vengeance
Caused by betrayal is detoxified
By the thought of the purest
State of mind.
Forsaken by the rejection of
The reality, the truth of the
Condition slams back, the door
At the love closes, yet the
Longing prevails.
Sighs and gaps, envy and
Sadness stops not the poor
Little plant of hatred to rise,
And affect the morality
Struggles against the past
Memories of love and
Unfaithful haunts. The
Evil triumphs
Silent rebellion occurs,
Not to flesh, but pleasure
Sores, still the heartaches
I seek temporary console
Under illusion of the
Shadows
So real and natural,
Among the blazing cherries,
Under the pinkest blossom,
You did pay your price,
I did see you rest,
In my arms, dear samurai,
Painting my kimono with
Red streaks of blood,
And seeking my mercy,
My Life as faithful, ends now
With hara-kiri, the world
Praises my loyalty,
Let’s meet in the
Otherworld my lustful
Love.
ANATAWA DAI SUKI DESU
-ButterflyDreamer


hara-kiri - suicide
ANATAWA DAI SUKI DESU - I love you [in Japanese]

Dried Leaves

The autumn is around,
There a leaf turns yellow, they enter in to their
Second child wood, the woman, who nursed
Me and cared me and the man who
Clothed for me and protected me
From the womb to the present day,
The world labels them as my parents,
I call them my creators, by the will
Of thy, with the small grey around
Wrinkles on the little finger
Who guided me to walk?
My vision though detains from
Details, my heart breaks with
It, though my wooden bowl will come
The certain day, the inner me refuses
to see my roots to wither away,
I am bloomed and will dry to
Dust the same way with my
Fruits to mourn me as I mourn
For my loved ones greater than
Thy, the master of the soul.
Thy, my lord why is there autumn,
Rustling of the dried leafs
Chills my core, with the days to
Come I will hate the autumn.
- Butterfly Dreamer
this is dedicated to a old women whom i met in a journey back home

Unacquainted Love – Dreamer's Chant

Kissing, caressing and hugging
Don’t quench my soul,
Lamenting shameless beast
Erode for the fulfillment of
Love, with the warmth of consent,
No regrets I have, puff my heart
With the ecstasy of love,
Crescent my sorrows
With the flame of your affection,
Tempt to the sin, but explode
The hidden emotions like
You bombard my wombs,
With your seeds,
Though you trade the moon,
I am out of love, teach me the
Language of love, I beg,
Manifests stand not a night,
Waking up every morning
With the quest of unacquainted
Love will espy its presence
- Butterfly Dreamer
all is fair in love and war include poetry too this one is of that kind

NOMADIC DREAMS-DREAMER'S TRAVEL
Nomadic are my instincts,
to hunt and gather is not
my way,yet the wandering
among landscapes continue,
the heart seeking goal only
thy knows,with whispers in
the wind ,the walk through the
yellow foliage road thrills the core,
with destination unknown and milestone
the heartfelt peace is the harmony,
not as so migratory with times and
seasons,the travel follows,
sky roofes tonight,what roof
next is the mystery of that
awaits the uncertain travelogue
- ButterflyDreamer