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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
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Thursday, December 22, 2011
He
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
My Crib
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Over
Never been in such a fix, it opened up to something called ‘Life’s Ditch’,
Condensed emotions seem to rain down; I was helpless, I staring down the road like a mere clown
You were the battery and me the generator, together we could have delivered light to many cratered
Somewhere, some point we went wrong, destined perhaps? I don’t know where do I head with this song?
Trembling insights to the moments we shared, I know for a fact that I genuinely cared,
Kept a watch on your doings, and your next step, was always the talk when low that got you pepped
Tormented thoughts define the soul within, I sinned, I sinned on purpose for you to move in rhythm
Writing this doesn’t feel real good you know, oh that time different, I loved being the arrow to your bow
Words lie today, and so do people, it’s the call of life, let’s fly like that eagle
And soar high above once again, but you in another sky, with another at some nest
Back to work, I’ll keep writing to us all life, but I know for a fact that ive been split into a zillion portions by that lethal knife
Monday, October 17, 2011
Shoot
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Keep posting
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Love wisely, not slyly.
The answer could be given in books, discussions and interactions with many outside, but the REAL answer can only be given by yourself. There is no heart, there is just a brain to deal with all these bubbly emotions. Many ruin their lives finding the right relationship, in the process they've dated and done so many other partners, that they get used to the living, and when time comes to make that big decision, yes "Family Planning", you're too lost to be certain to hold one to one man/woman.
The mind has a job, to loiter around here and there, hence paving way for these emotions to seep in. Many instances have come where one is shattered to the core on his/her relationship not working, eventually leading to a rise in suicides or the psychiatric chart in the paper the next month.
The fault in it not working comes with the domination of one of the partners. Why can't you have a balanced play in it? Why is it that always girls need to compromise and give into this box? I must say that women today are dominating men, to such an extent that a man thinks twice before being a part of any such tag.
The image a man has today is of a sex addict, eh women? But I see women competing with them on that front as well. Respecting the other is the prime wand to a healthy relationship.
For me its respect, for you it could be trust and for the other honesty. FIND the chief trait and both of you should be settled on that, and you would come out not as two individuals, but ONE BEAUTIFUL ONE.
Love wisely, not slyly.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Finding myself.
Crazy? Yeah I am crazy, behind this source of emotion,
It’s your face girl, so hard to see, where you are, come see this loner?
I work out day in and out so that I release those toxins within,
Go near the cigarette, say fuck this, It aint that fascinating fiction
Come back to me; see I lie on this beach below the sand
Sinking each hour, like a heart without blood, shrinking so bad
I wrote, I write and I will write,
Not for you to like this damn note, but realize its worth, don’t get me jeopardized
In jeopardy of not seeing you forever,
See me now, I fucking quiver
Let’s go to that beach again, let’s go riding together
Damn, I’m out of thoughts, just like that pigeon without its feather
Crazy? Yeah I am crazy, behind this source of emotion,
It’s your face girl, so hard to see, where you are, come see this loner?
Do my messages go to you? Tell me, come on speak up
I don’t have all day long, read this and buck up
Im going away, going away one last time
Never to come back, or retract your head, into that merriment had we shared back then sometime?
Find all answers in another man now,
Because I’m gone to find myself, in that thick crowd
I was told to be alone, not be a loner
I will celebrate without you, because I have me, a trustworthy savior
I was crazy, but unlike my writing, I wont be no more,
The emotion within me is dry, it will unleash today, cause Il turn into a whore
And you'l see, and remember on watching me rejoice,
what you missed, my care, good bye, you left me with no choice ..
( This piece talks about how this guy cared and did eveyrhting but she never gave two fuck, she was only in her own den doing what pleased her.. Hence he decided to find himself as he had lost his identity, so he's gone searching forhimself, and will be her to her, and make her realize what she missed on)
Ethical Dream
Same place, same time, this year aint been that sublime
But unlike a dog's dick which stays stuck, nothing held me back to have sex with time
Moments came, I CAM too ;)
Life told me one thing, "Why is it difficult to love you"?
I reciprocated saying, "Fuck you, try it, and then you shall see,
In the mean time, I'l be here floating in the rough sea"
I had to swim to the shore fighting these waves alone,
No one came, only the fish watched me sail so cold
Alas, that shore, man it felt like I bought this planets most desired whore
Wet as ever, I walked that sand, but started sinking in more and more
Oh it was she pulling me, telling me Love me,
I said come later, I need to mend life, and go to my momma cos she weeps
But she pulled me in more, I looked at her, fell in and sank
Together we lived happily ever after, in that tank
Until I woke up, and my realized it was a dream I had,
My cock early morning was thick as Sunil's Mayo cheese butter franky in hand
Each day is making me want tomorrow even more,
Unlike you, who forced upon a tag, try living it the hard way, BROTHER
I cared like No one did, but Il repair faster than a mechanic's trick
And watch you pull many into your web and now,
Be the one you want to be known as, not as a tag, you'd carry between your thong. ;)
Time is running out, everyone busy dangling about
But there will be someone out there, who'll stop amidst this monotony,
And take you along !
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
You, beautiful one.
Quit Smoking, difficult, yes it is man,
Just like she lying there naked, but whats stopping you is that foreskin
Never the less, the sight makes me go away each time I see someone spark up,
But I don't know know I get reminded of the time, i'd really never start up
The nicotine was the start up, but ironically my downfall later in life,
So I'm here telling you all, its a dagger pal, a very lethal knife
Emotions will roll, so start writing for you to release the toxin,
The longer you store it within, it accumulates and eventually burns you in minutes
I find her, I find him, I find that one person to talk to,
but I'm stubborn too much, because I was told a fact too
That son, your cure is only yourself,
Hard moments will engulf you, dont escape them, don't evade
Just find the right way to sneak out, like you once did when your mother caught you with ur girl or guy ;),
And run about, or work out, because the head has a duty assigned, one being to darken the sky
And sometime you feel all alone, is it?
Just go down see the sky, and tell it, IL FUCKING FIX THIS!!!!!"
Today, I can survive without no one to me,
Its no arrogance, its the moment, apathy
Salli zindagi itni kamini kyu hain kabhi kabar,
Yeh sawal bajte rehega, tere sar mein baar baar
So do just one thing, explode but in a manner subtle and unharmed ,
Because tomorrow will be a new rise, you in a new armour,you in that place well planned
And the world will see you do the inevitable soon,
don't let moments get to you, be the weapon to those charring times, and eradicate pain, and sip the Blissful spoon
You walk alone, tomorrow you might be with someone,
But day after would script another story, so LOVE YOURSELF, BEAUTIFUL ONE :)
Rush to Glee
Rush, that adrenalin gushes through,
through those vessels, just like you speeding on back road, or that expressway, in that early morning dew
Why does it stop? Why does it make us the better of who we are?
Science could answer that, but I know for a fact its a good feeling brother
That sudden hit to your brain, when you see your girl with him,
or she sees you cheating on her, in that rickshaw, car, FUCK YOU SIN
What happens next is something you wish you never spoke off,
just let those memories pass by, just like another random fuck
Hate it when she calls you a mockery or a disgrace,
You only catered to her well being, in this life where you're treated as waste
These emotions, EMOtions, whatever you call it man,
Are attached to you like that essential file on gmail, which you can't remove nor ignore pal
They RUSH in from an epicenter being the brain or a heart, a question yet not answered,
fuck science, handle yourself, and learn how to be your master
Or you'd be stripped in front of your eyes with the world looking and fucking laughing you down,
Get up, run and remove yourself each time you feel you drown
RUSH by the trees and the cars across the road with those ear plugs shoved in,
and listen to your favorite song, just like what I am, while writing this note, friend! :)
You're all alone, only if you choose that option of out those 3,
The other being HAPPINESS AND GLORY, come on decide soon, because waiting on that table is the glass full of glee :D
Moments make a mighty heart
I watch these trains go by with my mother,
with no destination, no motive they just roll
Reach that station to pause like a loo break for us in office,
Steam again, chug along to the other part of town with no respite
See comparisons between a train and you?
Yeah you're right, you're a machine born master that clue
My mother told me one thing when I asked her why don't they stop ever,
She said, " They roll like emotions within, stop only when the electricity supply is cut off, just like our heart when given a jolt with moments breaking our layer"
I wore my shorts that day after bath, asked my mom for a towel
But she din respond
I called for her, with the heart beating hard,
No voice of her, fuck where is she i ran out to the hall
I see her lying with a picture in her hand,
she's cold, she aint moving, God she's dead
I din call for the doctor because she lay cold, foaming down her mouth
She killed herself, and the picture she held was mine, when i was four
The cops came in, i told her I gave her the poison, and killer her now,
I was arrested and bailed too, for I seemed mentally unsound
The reality to her death was taken with her in her coffin,
I was home alone that day, all alone, I asked the Lord why the fuck din you make people's hearts soften
No answer to that, I live life all alone now,
Tragedy is what I'm immune too, fuck this, I could yet be that funny clown
Cos life's lessons are learnt best when you're alone and to yourself,
and there aint no doctor in this world, better than you, who could cure you, and pump into you that zest
This is why I can't be your Superman
Why can’t I be your Super man, why can’t I be your super man?
Did you realize why not, oh wait you’re busy doing that ugly Spider man
I wait on that bridge for you to show up,
I look like a gigolo by night, where are you, I got you donuts
I’ll baby-sit you; I’ll be a slave to your errands
Make you your desired dish, and wash the plates with my own hands
I’l pamper you like never before, more than what your vagina gets during periods
The pad being the source to pamper, it assures you on tv that its attached with wings :0
Why can’t I be your Super man, why can’t I be your super man?
Did you realize why not, oh wait you’re busy doing that ugly Spider man
WTF, that spidey, is that good?
He’s all around emitting solid sperm through his hand, and he calls himself the savior to the neighborhood?
What about the flowers I come and deliver to your window, what about me, the caretaker?
You slut, you just proved it to me, you want a dick much meatier and bigger
I did so much, so what if I was born with a small ‘pedal’ down there?
I at least ride better than, banging someone on a damn web
This is why I can’t be your superman, because you want a dick as big as Spiderman’s
My friend Jaseem could compete with that fake fucking spider,
Spitting a paradox on that part down there
That night we made love, ooo so intense, now I know why you stopped,
You wanted mine to be a great den
I measure 5.6 to his 9.7,
So what I atleast don’t shagg sperm to get myself attached to that rhythm
Why can’t I be your Super man, why can’t I be your super man?
Did you realize why not, oh wait you’re busy doing that ugly Spider man
Friday, April 15, 2011
INSPIRE yourself
YOU who punish shall REPENT too
YOU who punish shall REPENT too
Only f ACT s
Its (P) Ending
Education DID me
I have been thinking, its been forever since I wrote
Oh wait it was these exams who had me off the hook, and fucking choked
I was penetrated deep without a foreskin attached for desired friction,
The exam was my client, and me another whore, with my mouth, a suction
I got laid, hammered, and bruised till the 5th,
For 15 hours each day, my hole seemed to have widened like that hole in that cliff
Kamasutra had pity on me, so did jenna jameson,
She came up to and asked me," Are you faking the sound, or its real son" ?
On the 5th of april, 2011, my pussy sighed a for its moment of relief,
But, until an entrepreneur and an advertiser wanted to do me, on the 10th, 11th, 12th and 13th
My pussy told me, " I seem to be competing with the Ozone man"
I'm growing wider and larger, do some thing, tape me or I'd be an ocean with dicks sinking in like ships off sand.
Alas! The 13th was the day when I killed my client and circumcised my pimp without anasthesia,
and ran away but to know there was another hole drilled into my ass, mama mia
I went to the doctor who put it inside me, and told me it aint that big now,
On doing me I told Ive been drilled often, and now AIDS seems to have grabbed him by his "Gun"
And I reached home and knew I would heal faster, because education was my tormentor,
It did me hardcore, missionary and doggystyle, but it died yesterday, as its cock was hit with by a seizure ;)
Thursday, February 17, 2011
EmoSHUN
It’s getting to me, its raping me over.
Emotion unlimited, penetrating like that circumcised boner
Entangled with hitches everywhere I go
Like a magnet it pulls be towards itself, why so?
I ran around for the answer, but lost my mind
Curbed my emotion for a while, but there it flows like that river Nile
Phases aplenty flood you with no place to run,
But only to wait for the water to subside and evaporate under that mighty sun
But the sun leaves the night for it to play its game
A game where there are wounds and blood, a game which claims
Claims the harmony and peace within,
Something telling me it’s a cycle, even though you do well, you don’t reap
I’m I being taught a fable or the reality of life by someone?
Or is it a curse, which comes traumatized, unknowingly
Nevertheless, the words ‘give up’ are seen in a dictionary
But I choose to turn a blind eye to them, and make each moment history
And here again with enthusiasm I write and rejuvenate myself,
Till the next time I’m infringed on my right to curb emotion
Told by many that emotions leak like puke when drunk and pee when you’re a baby,
But son, daughter and you, I’ll explain the paradox to thee
Emotions uncontrollable shall swing you all around,
Until you realize the dire consequence you shall face, if not, then drown
So let an emotion come in like that slut so worthy or a whore,
Do YOUR JOB and shove it off, for life would give you many opportunities to score
Score well than the man, who bedded the most women or the lady too,
Because you don’t want to be a laid back human, and let the emotion fuck you
So come out of that leash curtailing your frequency and motion
Throw aside negativity and love the NEW wordcalled " Emo’SHUN’ "
Realize. Step out. EDUCATE
The darkness creeps in like a snake for its prey,
The moments dodging around like a child around clay
The keys don't seem to open my door,
But I heard a sound, a murmur and suddenly a roar
A child inside my house it seemed,
Blood dropping down below me, my heart it was, the one to bleed
I broke open the door and saw a mother hanging down the ceiling,
The CHILD saw me, with the mothers eyes looking at me, and saying
"Life dominates you with responsibilities unknown,
I had this child without knowing the father to his name
He came into this world with a hole in his heart,
I gave up oh son, take care of my son, be his cart
And take him around like a father does to his son
So that his heart heals with no surgery, but LOVE"
She broke into my house as I was away,
never knew she was watching me so close, my each step, each sway
The child was numb, hollow and blind to her mother hanging
But his tears were of blood, a sign for me to his KING
"I shall grant you far more than the pain what GOD gave your mother,
Make you a a surface to withstand Train, Bus, storm, tram and boulder"
I buried the Mother but before that I noticed a smile on her face
Thanking me for my deed, I shed a tear in grace
Today this child is the weapon to every LADY who is made through distress and pain
By every man, WHO DOES HIS JOB, LEAVES without a motherfucking trail
This child is a symbol for every woman to SELF REALIZE
So go out, EDUCATE or grant that knowledge, for we could change their life
SO BE THE CLICK AND MAXIMIZE
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Writing your Emotions
Writing, its that tunnel to me
Granting shelter from the storm of frustration
It has its pro's and con's to many,
But its a mere habit for me, and the many lonely
Vent out that anger, that agony, that pain
Cos it all accumulates inside, blocking that vein
You will burst any moment like that dormant volcano in long,
And splurge venom on every second person singing that peaceful song
You don't know how the shackles break, and your loose to be on that rampant run breaking hearts
What triggers it? You will have an answer, but will be afraid to ask your sel!
That evil being is always hidden within,
wanting to come out and kill each human
Pleasure derived with such deeds is it?
For some Its satisfaction my friend, thy way to live it
So I write during moments of madness within me,
wanting to break free, oh wanting to break free
Its my cure to a unsound troubled mind,
Helps me recover, than living life on that suicidal blade
SO for those you need to vent out emotions and more,
WRITE not because its "cool", because its your rehab, your voice to be heard, YOUR CURE
Stop. Stare. Come on speak now
Trust.Believe. Love
Jealousy invades like that whore in that car so still,
Spanks you with insecurity endless, just like when pregnant even after taking that I PILL
Next, The world stoops to that level of betrayal
Where You think you could cheat on her, why be so cruel?
Why be so cruel when she only Loves you, cant you see it in her eyes?
Or you want her to fucking strangulate herself like the lone man in that Mine
"I fucked you over, I'm sorry, I thought you were doing the same" you say,
Its not that son, its your dick which likes being rubbed on every 'soi'l you claim
Beat the bastard, because The KARMA will scrape over his balls in time,
But girl if your doing the same, You surely wont be spared, but shall perish in due life
Relationships come with a bundle of words, emotions and more,
Some live a lifetime to tell a story, some die out bad and sour
SO the next time you give it that 'status', remember to embellish your mind with the words belief and trust,
Or bear it all friend, because life has the easiest way out to kill, and leave you to dampen and rust
Commotion and chaos creeps in like dirt into your body,
Be PURE to her/him, and Love like never before, oh friend so worthy!