Let energy masturbate.

Energy, it drives you blindly.. Energy, it's next to an orgy.. Energy, you need it friend, energy it gets you your butter and bread.. Push yourself to the limit, you don't want to not sleep, hey dimwit?.. The energy in me is insane, hit the gym, work and still want to play.. I ask myself this question time and again, what if I was a pornstar, would I be vain? .. Energy, feed it with the best of your tasks, you'd know you're drained, when the mind wants to fart.. Consider yourself a nomad like I do, maybe insomnia may hit you, maybe energy won't die out too.. My journey to not exactly the center of Maharshtra begins, few days of only getting bored, I deserve.. As I get closer to myself each time I make a trip, I don't need the glucose, I don't need that drip.. Something pushes you while on the run, don't be the bullet for they'l get over, be the gun, the gun.. Seat number 83 seems quite a perfect spot to sit and write, as this queen tears into the hills, those clouds, with no respite.. Beautiful evening, made stunning with the energy I produce, as thane goes by, as the train hoots.. The dangling ear rings she's wearing the one diagonal to me, her smile making her shine more than a diamond, wow what energy.. A bowl of fruits, the energee drink, the protein shake may be a temporary prick, but the real energy comes within, let it out, and don't let it die like a shagged out dick..

Read, arre read re.

Hi, hello, hey, hola, kaisa hain, aur bata, arre bacchi, bol yaar, kya baat hain, use these in your daily verbal notes?.. Expressions, the way you use them, that glimpse, the way you show them.. Capturing them in a camera is easy, but let's try writing them down, ah it's greasy.. I stopped wishing people a Good morning, I reach work, just sit at my desk, fucking yawning.. The elderly say, "Beta subhe, shaam aur raat ko sabko wish karna chahiye" .. Acha ji, ab hume yeh bhi batao ke kya Hilane ke pehle konsa porn dekhna Chahiye? .. Your brains functionality is for you to understand, so if you feel good wish, if not, relax, people will still come to you lad.. Blackberry statuses change like sanitary pads during a period, facebook notifications come in just like excitement on a deed, so fruitful.. Express yourself, just the way I do when I write, no holds barred, bhenchoddd khul ke jiyo yaar.. As you age, people say you turn wise, but that child in you springs up time to time, a new surprise.. ExpressSHUN, should never be a substance in your life, because the medium remaining is smoking, drinking and cries.. My green and white towel kept falling off the hook since morning, see it's expressing itself, telling me to bathe, by free falling.. So let looooooooose that thought before it turns tragic, life suddenly may turn into a stage, with loads of desired magic..

Tune your life's chords.

Writing after quite long, had forgotten the tune I put to each song.. Losing interest in everything I do, something pulling me back, like the mouse to it's trapped glued.. Motivation comes and goes like each day, and suddenly I'm this formation which cannot be moved, an old piece of clay.. The beach answers a lot to what should be done next, as life actually stands still, glares and gets set for tomorrow a new quest.. Energy, energy, energy is a requisite, the force behind each story, each doing, each secret chit.. As I watch a few men catching their pinky's and walking along, and a group of footballers playing like they're the kings of the game, their worthy crown.. The sand cold and waiting for the morning tide, those insects embedded in it shall come out then and get washed to another shore with pride.. Couples, lovers, joggers and more, each human, somewhere has something to explore.. Wish I was mentally 5 and could life in a fancy pram, but unfortunately each day brings in a story, a scam.. Everyone's running behind the note which has the Mahatma, in the process we often end up damaging our soul, our atma.. Time to get up and run into the ocean, let's wash that mind away, and let's get back to steaming motion.. There's another pumping apart from your muscle tearing in a gym, there's the adrenaline gushing, running making you DO IT, let's get up with some zing.. These waves want to share a secret with you, they're telling you, you're the reason they come visit the shore, you're the appetizer to their frequency, you're a pearl so true..

You're dying.

UnpreDICKtable life, unknowing tomorrow, clueless you, but a hope lingers, keep aside sorrow.. Short life, it could be my last note, never know what's in store, a substantial note or a bloat.. I play the flute with a tune, I play the game with a purpose, the day I stop playing, I'll be friction less on that surface.. What if I collapse before clicking on the publish button, what if you crash into a bloody coffin, the moment comes by as a lucky charm, what's the safest bet you can place today, life's without relief, or balm.. My mother told me about an incident of a colleague, I'm down writing because it didn't evaporate my greed.. To puke out these emotions on a fucking friday night, as the world brings in the gala weekend, I write to remove an ugly plight.. The broom lies in a corner for it to be used again, but each passing day, it's dying with no pain.. Withering branches, corroded buildings, soon you'll be immune to the touch and tickling.. I survived 3 minutes and I'm about to share this note, just realized death also competes, and the competition is cut throat..

Puke.

Bad phase alert, life driving on that track fogged with dirt.. Each new shirt seems the oldest I wear, tomorrow is something which looks scary, that stare.. Another episode of sleeplessness, another dose of Davai, so not bliss.. Life's events are like a season of football, shocks and glory are entwined like a con call.. Writing after long so that I don't go smoke that sutta, do you feel leashed often, do you feel like a dented kutta? Toxic in the system, toxic outside, we're all polluted more in the head, than in the lungs, scripting a demise.. So not into what I write nowadays, it's just like I stopped buying those chips because the quantity didn't coincide with the price, yes Ruffle Lays.. I should write more and shagg more of what I store, because we're captivated by moments, and it's boss being life, a whore..

I will be back.

Same spot, a year back, but today it feels like something cracked

Walking life’s treadmill and riding on, every destination looks like a unhealthy song

Emotions rush out faster than trains in Mumbai, I’m back to where I belong, sigh!

Like a desktop stores icons with several file names, I feel like I’m being played with, a wicked game

To stand or fall is not an option; it’s a decision which wires your head like question mark in a caption

Life’s solace is often found at the beach, where words peace and calmness chill and preach

They preach a story taking you back to where it began, the solution my friend, lies in your hand

You can only guide someone till finish line, but they’re the ones who have to cross it

As I type the last few words on my keyboard at this Foxy farm, the heart aches, worst than a break up with that bottle of “Jaaam”

The cure to your being lies in your mind man, if you listen to the heart you would be stuck for a life span

No regrets, only thoughts as to why this situation popped up, I hope to see myself back and performing better than my last term

I will be back, I will be back, better than before, I will be back

Let's do this. 

whART of living?

Thursday evening, a rather juvenile vision of what lay ahead, as I ride home to see what's the real thread.. 'Art of Living' by Sri Ravi Shankar, I wonder whether 'Art of Chilling' by fosters could have done wonders? 100 push ups, 25 Suryanamaskars behind me, I walk to a place, where lives only come to seek peace and glee.. As I enter her house, and seat myself down, I see faces smiling, captivated by an internal frown.. Everyone wanted 'Peace of mind', everyone wanted 'Happiness Galore', I shut my eyes and asked myself, was I really here, Bhenchod? Phone off and we breath like we've committed sins, we're told to see within ourselves, to empty our dustbin.. Somehow I couldn't cope up with the pace of 'Guruji', there was a picture of him on the hills, I wanted to ask him if he used grass to seek peace.. 3 hours over and we open our eyes, emotionless I stalled, widening my eye ball.. A good feeling after long, but perhaps not the cure to my sleep, I wonder what's in store today, as I get ready to drive the noiseless jeep.. As I'm told to vomit everything what I feel, what better than another note on Facebook, to remove the thinking peel..

 Off cigarettes, non vegetarian food, masturbation and more, Chalo abhi kya kar sakte hain, two more days till I start practicing my cure..