|Out of the unknown come true whisperings.. heed them or regret|
He lived a busy life in the city. But he was never truly happy and he knew something was missing.
One night he walked up the hill overlooking his city. The thousands of lights couldn't brighten his mood...
He sat on grass and looked at the bridge ahead..
His job was done..the body would travelled many miles by now along the river...
He cried as remembered moments spent with her..He would collect all her pictures and make a collage next day..
He missed his only friend..His cat Feli.
Once again I pretend to be a rebel..
Washed down by river like pebble..
Fading away from limelight...
Rising from ashes in dark night.
I came in your path..
We got entangled..
We needed some space..
It got brutal..
You used a Sword..
To operate on my..
Will you wash away.
What you have scribbled.
On pages of my wanderings.
As we walked in dim Twilight.
Your arms wrapped in mine..
I hide too many talks
Uninitiated and roaming
Around in my head..
If I found someone to speak to..
To say What my heart bleeds..
I wish I listened to..
My Inner talk..
Asking me to do..
What I should be..
The games we play
It seems like everyday
You and me meeting
And drifting away
We pushed and pulled
For no rational reason
We exist today..
If special is not sun giving light..
If special is not how moon brightens night..
If special is not rain with all water falling from sky..
If special are not birds that fly..
If special is not how grandma smiles..
If special is not how all living die..
Then you are not special.
I ran a kiss on bra strap..
You whispered dirty talks..
Revealing your perverted mind..
Pulling my head apart.
Gazing me for moments..
Sucked my mouth wildly..
Letting go of limits..
You sat down to ride me..
I matched your chaos..
With my abdominal urge..
Your thumb in my mouth..
Your ass in air.. crashing down
Why do you make such hard love..
Is this unquenchable thirst..
Why do want me so deep into you..
Is this love or lovely lust
As dust gathers around my mind..
I need to brush some webs of past..
clinging to me.. I need to find..
Till when this cold is going to last..
This city swallows me finally..
The lights and sound turn me around..
The roads are black with some dusty trees..
Give me a sun and a green ground.
Call me back...
I have magic to show...
Give back my reasons...
I have to grow...
I looked deep within....
And saw that I don't die..
My life is a pie...
A sweet sweet pie.
and your tongue..
....Wrote a poetry in my mouth
You ran finger on my chest..
And confused the beats of my heart..
We wander wide in instances of time...
From place to place in search of sunshine..
Come closer, bring your hand on chest..
Lose it all..Our hearts beat a
There is no time....
there is no space.
It all bends in curves..
of our radiant smiles.
We spread harmony, we spread love..
we wander wide, for miles and miles.
Don't listen to them...
They don't tell truth..
Close your eyes...
You will be saved from hundred lies...
I Me Myself..
I repeated these 3 words..
All my life..
Yet when I opened my eyes...
I saw nothing like Myself.
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I began to drive my tongue in you...
Your shattering moans began to tune..
You became my instrument to play..
Groaning glorious sounds, received more than you prayed..
Raw, intense , delicious noises escaped you as my tongue plundered..
You grabbed my hair..yanked me deeper..and i surrendered..
I thrust in my crooked finger in best part of your core..
Your moans began to get shriller..your eyes rolled.
RIOT OF LIFE
She told me that I must...
Hold hands and develop trust...
She couldn't believe grass so green..
Sky so blue...and a heart so clean..
The orange of sun might fade...
Don't forget the promise made.
Let me bring this cage down...
I refuse to live by memories of taste..
I refuse to kick out pain in haste..
Let me look closely till the looking dissolves my being..
Let there only be looking, till the looker vanishes..
Staying in moment, not wishing anything..
Observing life every second while dying.
I have made PEACE with SILENCE
I don't break It..
It does not break ME.
We wanted it bad..
Quiet corner hard to find..
I wanted to go real deep..
She wanted it gentle..
My thoughts were getting wicked..
She became more aware of her body..
She could feel her pulse gyrate..
I started to notice my heart rate...
We found our places and sat calmly to meditate..
---What did you think i would narrate????
Pushing around endless nights
Running away from horrendous sights
Rolling in tumultuous plight..
I built myself a back up flight..
I stopped to complicate what I write..
I often thought of perfect life..
Chasing always on the outside..
Someone told me to knock inside..
I saw the blindness in my sight..
Now I know what perfect means..
"IF" amidst storms of despair, within tornadoes of melancholy,
amidst euphoria of heavenly joy and boundless ecstasy..
my commitment to life remains steadfast..
like a Himalayan peak I remain resolute and steady..
Perfection shall be a piece of Me..
A Walk to my Core..
I search outside..
Sand slips, I cry..
Illusions crash,reality blurs..
My locked sense doors, don't spur..
I search outside,
When truth realized..
Musing lonely desires
I lay in lonely sheets
Missing scent of your hair
Craving touch of fingertips
Soaking in lustful air
Love the moments when you don't utter a word
And I hear more than i can bear
"Endless Quibbles of Restless Mind"
Ruptures in history...
Breaths ego beseechingly..
The path of your kiss... starts always
from...Mmmm...behind of my neck,
taking rest..wishful...on my back's deck.
Absorbing my breath...filling my abyss,
fire bullets point every node, flamed wraps,
ice needles stinging all my mind's traps.
The path of your kiss... slides slow...suave flow,
Swings about the lustful curve of spine,
Bringing you closer...reversible and mine.
Irational balance...spinning trance,
Spiral line connecting all senses driffts,
Drilling deep in primitive instincts.
The path of your kiss... disapears always
From all universal love maps,
Designing new labyrinths...to my mind's gaps.
Quest of a bird
To find some air
To crawl on green
Fish pops out to preen
The skipping hare
Nobody is apologetic
All is fair
Oh!! I am sorry!!
Only man has said
He has paid...
Sitting in a corner
I see all pass by..
River, people, time
Passions, regrets, crimes
Vitality, vigour, youth and prime
Ripples of mind formed
and die still
Echoes of past
Peace of Life
Step in with care..
A working mom..
Flipping newspaper guy..
Nose digging boy..
Rolling head in air..
Walk out of there.