Stoner with a Boner

They go to places even real estate agents never did, they get dealers, who have their stash, quite a clean chit.. Maal, the translation to drugs you score, the club, awaits you with an open door.. Stoner on the road, stoner on the tracks, stash in my sock, hidden inside a case in my bag pack.. The stoner with a boner is the Man many want to be, the man with a joint and on the other side the same guy fiddling with a chick's G.. No shadying, they get their way with no bowing.. Came along the feminine gender, wanting to explore the stick, not the penis this time, they stare down the road, the sky, while tinkles that wind chime.. Gazing on a chase, life on a 'Blaze', they're the stoner's born, the stars of the night torn.. When age will take a toll, either they'd rise, or their soul.. They don't need no laughing club, just an early morning Gola of weed before a dump, following the same night came along a fleet of girls, one of out five, want to stone hump.. The stoner and his boner, get life to 'rise', an addiction if tomorrow, "Hi Rehab, fuck it's all jeopardized".. The boner cries till it's out of 'tears' due to the damage within, the stoner lies injected with more, immune to traffic within.. The stoner with a boner dies an early age, but those years live to yell a tale, of a life style, raged and engaged..

Mumbai, the queen in a thong

Mumbai, the Mafia's maska, Mumbaikar, the man with a chaska, matter karega toh milega lafda, pyaar karega toh milega Jhaatka.. Fundas and pandus are street smart here, life travels with no gear, no fear.. The local train is a ventilator for the major chunk, the streets never fail to drool you over with their junk.. Bhaigiri in every gaali, zyada bolega you go home without a bulli.. Girls like to let down their swag, guys act like chicks, they love to brag, 'From Mumbai, Maharashtra' on your facebook profile? Feels good, doesn't it, this city being your domicile.. You can't be bovine to achieve your desire, you laze or feel permeated, you catch fire.. The highways are often painted with speeding tyres, tycoons and mantris, in their lal batti, running about in that fiery attire.. Vada pav, a staple diet, the fat mumbaikar, can never keep his stomach quiet.. Break ups, are quite the reasons for suicides here, puberty seems to be a dagger creating a stir.. But they breathe, they fight, they love to feed one and all, this is we, back to normalcy, hours after an aftermath sprawled.. Roses without a hymen, skies are blue, but the pollution here, will certainly make you puke.. The tobacco flute is the tune every ad professional here blows, Hi 30 years, will I even seen you, bro? Fight for survival, the hefty push in the train, people want space from their loved ones, and Mumbai wants space from the builders who want to build their terrain.. Mumbai chokes in every toke, while you try to evoke and soak.. This city has manifested itself into a charm indeed, and somehow manages to feed every greed.. Mumbai, where I was born and turned brawn, here's a note dedicated to you, you queen in a thong..

Body inside a soul.

Keyboard in front of me, not figuring what I'm writing in such a spree,
Something has to give, for the body to dance on its nib,
You have to sway, because you're carrying a lot on your tray..

Each morning we brave the mess we're sleeping with the previous night,
Just like the local during the rains, the pilot during the turbulent flight,
The staircase to happiness is for you to climb, helping you reach the top are a few tags for a lifetime,
Friends they say stick around like a leech, then why would you want to be sitting lonely on the beach?

Grow that soul, and feed the monster within, because he's waiting to explode, he's waiting to SCREAM!!
The world has an opinion on your doing, but if it's a healthy doing, don't stop that going,
The going they say gets tough each day, but smile, because they all do, the pet, tamed and stray..

The beggar begs to fill his gut, he smiles because that was life's option, he can't keep shut,
His tears flow every night he can't sleep, comes his way a dog, wagging his furry streak..
Licking his tears and telling him not to worry, because he's God sent, he's the answer to his sorrow..

The train doesn't stop even when it's bombed, if you're living in Mumbai, death is just like anothet event, just a momentary frown,
Keep thinking about what can be done next, maybe your identity may change, maybe you'd challenge a quest..

If you want someone, question that want untill it explodes, the answer will either lie in front of you, or watch him/her go,
Life's short to wait for your actions, and the thinking makes you slower that calculating that decimal fraction,
Go tell him/her that you've been waiting for this change, thank them even though they don't expect that exchange..

Dawn will fall again, relish dusk this evening, once a while go meet God, fold your hands and whisper your story kneeling,
He's the degree teaching you lwhat you earnt, he makes you smart enough to face and chew the brunt..

Write, it's therapy beyond the dalai lama's sayings,
Write, because you're a bible, let the world know what you want to proclaim,
Write, for words only understand the mind,

Write because you're just a body in the soul entwined..

Zindagi, pyaar ki ek Fuljhadi.

Zinda hun, lekin phir bhi ek pyaas hain.. Saumdar ki gehrai mein ek pari, meri zindagi ki tu ek Fuljadi.. Yeh drishya suhana, tu meri aankhon ka Sitara.. Sameep ho ya dur, tu meri awaaz ki makhmali sur.. Har dastaan pe log anek chal rahe, jaise Duniya keh rahi ki Rukna Mana hain.. Har darwaaze pe tera Intezaar hain, har Ghaante ek nashe ki Bahaar hain.. Mein chal raha har din bina koi soch, Kal ka pata nahi, Dilasa degi ya ek Chot.. Khoobsurat se ek mahina hain ye, lekin waqt bhaag raha jaise zinda rehna hain ek khel.. Tumhari aadat jo bhi ho, pyaar karte rehna, varna hoga ek Visphot..

Tomorrow will CUM, and so should you.

Kolaphuris firmly holding the restless feet, the surface below me, a brown sheet.. Swinging the air borne couch as the rays pierce through those leaves, holes made my the multi legged insects, to feed their hungry sleeves.. Hairy legs, shaved chest, coming soon, an unknown quest.. The chutzpah has to flame brighter than before, questions need to be raised, and slammed on the door.. Life cannot be bovine for you to lie satisfied each night, each day starts with a fight, it ends on a particular plight.. So what's it that you think about on your way to work or when idle? Do you think about the regrets or do you think about why life frowned, hey cigarette? They say 'Be positive', they say ' Be wanting more', where's the starvation, where's the hard working scar? Push, push, just how a penis grits and finds its way through a rigid hymen, everyday stars with an erection and ends with an orgasm, if fought hard, #Win.. The tree branches out just the way our social network does, but often a branch falls, hurts when it comes under a truck.. There comes a branch with leaves shining with the dew sprinkled upon, that's when you're content with your people, that's when you dazzle like never before.. Paisa, rupaiya, greenery, rokda, a must to survive anywhere, na? Wish every word I wrote, would credit some Cash + Aish ( Stash ) into my tank.. Funny how everyday is, funny how everyday zips, funny how everyday grips but sad if you're just dragging yourself, dick.. Tomorrow will cum and so will you, but if you both climax together, that's epic chut.. Motivate yourself, and pick up the entire you together, if you're slipping or dragging too much, just change the tyre, and put on that Real Rubber..