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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Have you learnt something today?

As I listen to Anwar's prolific music, I strike a cord with my guitar, my thoughts, as I blink.. These lines make me crack open the lid to my bottle, as I get set to write a note again with full throttle.. Beautiful world, serene spells of emotion, just the way you feel, when it's winter and you apply that desired lotion.. As you walk a road with the rain shaving down, look to the sky, it's calling you, you're its crown.. Your worth is not only signified by a LO'real Paris Ad, but the want to fetch yourself a shining moment, love yourself lad.. Enriched with dark chocolate, no this isn't a copy for Bournville, but those eyes which you see in the mirror, glittering like a magical slate.. The eyes see the world and register it in your mind, have you seen the biggest spectacle, it's a mirror and you in front hey child.. Often you want to write down what you truly feel, but as you go to pen it down, there's a new thought, a new film.. Don't inspire yourself with the quotes or sayings others write with their name underneath, because that's just a push, as nothing can be more inspiring than you, yourself, just believe.. See the clock, it's ticking and taking you closer to tomorrow, don't you want to it stop, for this moment hasn't been relished like tandoori, buttered with line and masala, drool, my first thought.. As I conclude, I as usual with write a better one tomorrow, for this challenge only eradicates the grimace off my face, as I learn something from today, as I unleash my bottled sorrow..

Birthdays aate Jayenge

One year, 365 days, stories aplenty, but the memory always stays.. As I grow older, yes older each passing day, my hair just keeps getting sexier, don't you envy my say? ;) Last year showed me and prepared me for a lot, somewhere a mental clot, somewhere a battle fought.. The adventure is what makes each year write this tale, realized life's only on a mission to stain your life and make it pale.. It's an exciting living especially when you're sure to be entertained with misery or glee.. The writing never stops, and perhaps never will, because this is my peg, my pint, my high, my fucking will.. Don't let those emotions inside be it wherever you're, let it pour like the rain, when its back, as it floods, you ease out of that tar.. Much love to all those who wishes, and more love to the people who didn't, you'll are always in my prayers, just like that cigarette you smoke, and don't forget to head home without a mint.. So this year should be yet another enthralling episode, more to being health conscious, I vow to always be there for you all, love you all darlings..

Love, the beautiful word.

A football game somewhere, a fan in distress, one watching in utmost glare.. And he scores to make thousands echo his name, just like a hope in a poor man's grave.. She comes into your life the same way as a goal in the net, some disappointed at her choice, but she's only celebrating with his name.. She cries whenever there's disruption in her heart full of gold, why can't you let her score her golden goal, yes you, her only mould.. She juggles each day with you in mind, no matter what life has to show her, that ugly grind.. And when she finds her way through all the obstacles, she scores her heart to you, and breaks all her shackles.. Don't treat her like a princess, because she's God, don't love her like a lover, because she's worth more you retard.. Don't choke her like you're clipping her wings, she won't be able to ever get onto the stage and sing.. Sing that beautiful song, with her eyeballs reflecting your picture, she's more satisfied than you at a bar, with that pitcher.. Kiss her gently and evade her off all dreams, because she sees the reality, she sees you, her only dream and scream.. She's the water to your dirt, she's here to clean you, let her, for you will be born again, a rebirth.. Her touch as gentle as a feather just fallen off a bird, her soul as pure as the first smell of rain on that mud.. Smell her, she smells of you, even when away, she comes back, to cure you, cure you.. Celebrate her existence just like you celebrate your happiness, combine both, here you are at life's most beautiful jive.. Let loose and let her take control you forever, because she's pure, just like when she killed herself with that dagger.. Love strikes only once, and when it does, you either want to love back, or bite the dust.. Destiny will slap you if you let her wrath in pain, for a change be that hand, and wipe her off, that stain.. Its you and her together, let the world be witness to your baby, life's most tender shelter.. Love not to expect the same, but live because you're born to share, because it erases agony, anguish and pain..

Write, don't connect the dots.

Auspicious day they call it, God was born, celebrated and hearts were lit.. My ride for a darshan suddenly felt weird, as I saw a body being taken away, bereaved world.. Life, as you see it, can have an impact on you, but seeing beyond it, only makes it beautiful, just like early morning dew.. I write on a tune, and I write without it, as I ejaculate some emotion, with a head bucketed with grit.. The people around you have opinions galore, some think you're a saint, but some thin you're a whore.. This impact is something you can't digest, feel stripped, exposed to that breast? What people say should be secondary to your mind, what you say is a primary tool, use it well by yourside.. I often try to connect the dots between what went wrong and why, but I'm wasting time on a lot here, I feel it's a wasted climb.. Just like a virgin won't be honest about his virginity in today's world, you hide inside that lather, come out of it, face the world.. As my battery dies, and I see an orange light blink up right on my phone, I shall continue, because writing gives me the feeling of a king, on that worthy thrown..

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..