Succubus ?

People are strange when you're a stranger,faces look ugly when you're alone.Women seem
wicked when you're unwanted ... eternal words spoken by Jim morrison . These lines,written
over 40 years ago, make so much sense to me as I deal with my life in this small Indian
town called Manipal.I was sent here in order to become an engineer but two and half years
down the line I feel evolved, with a better understanding of people and greater insight
into my own being.So here's to all the random people and nights I have seen in Manipal .


I was sitting on the ledge
At my friend's house
Looking at the sun setting in the horizon
Joining the waves caressing the land
Creating a masterpiece never seen before ...

Had a guitar held between my arms
Tunes lingering in my mind
But this guitar had only 3 strings
Which I thought I could use
To create a symphony unknown ...

As my thoughts wondered across the sky
Staring at the clouds and the colours
The yellows ... The pinks and The blues
Reminding me of the girl I met the night before
She sat beside me
Asked me what I could afford to pay for her soul ...

Kiss me ... Oh just kiss me she said
We're all alone and our hearts are sick she added on
The alcohol fueled heart had to be blamed
A girl like this was just too good for me
Whatever I may now say ...


Her hair smelt of wild flowers
Eyes reminding me of the stars up in the sky
Lips I couldnt resist kissing
Slowly but surely we blended into each other ...

We sat there all night
Talking about how life had been so unfair
Watching the rain fall down at a distance
Eventually giving into the primal urge ...

The sense of her touch
The dream of being in love
The gaze of her eyes
And the sighs coming out from her insides ...

Nights like these lead to days we'll rather forget
I don't want to touch you
I just want to be by your side
Just the thought of having you near my
Is enough to keep me happy for eternity ...

But the world keeps on rolling
She had to leave
Complete the work she had earmarked for that day ...

Left all alone
Walking the same path
I had come to call my own
The path meant only for the ones without love
Love is an illusion
And trust is something that you don't give to anyone
Cause you can only believe in youself and no one else ...

Don't care about women anymore
Never really cared about the sex
Always wanted something that meant more
Probably that's why I'm always left unsatisfied ...

Searching for things that no man is meant to have
Is like living in a fool's paradise
I'll just be a fool all my life
A smoke on my lips and a bottle of wine at my side
Are things that remind me of the moments
I spent with random succubus-es
On those cold dark rainy nights ...