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..

Get bored, it's okay to.

Okay, so two notes in a day.. Intense, very intense isn't it? That thoughts have started flowing, instead of a cigarette curbing the minds kick.. Relations, so many we share with numerous around, but the only one that lasts long, is the one you share with yourself lifelong.. No time to spend alone, the busy world robs you off time, body and soul.. Time after time, comes a circumstance when you need another, I don't deny that, but do you really spend time with yourself, sister, brother? You're not that bad after all, you can drink alone, and even smoke if you want.. Treat yourself and spend hours alone, till the time you may reach a stance, where boredom knocks on your door..

No title.

Sea awakening in front of me, more froth accumulating on the shore in a flurry.. I'm here to find an answer to a few questions, a common answer, a mighty surge.. What I'm I thinking about when I sleep? Why don't I look forward to a night with a peaceful streak.. Fail to understand the issue behind this catastrophe, well if it was for you, not sleeping would be a disaster packaged surprisingly.. The temple right behind where I sit, I believe I'm doing enough to Gods bit.. The shore is the dirtiest on the first high tide, where do I belong, where is that stride? .. Clueless than even before you're giving a hint during a treasure hunt, each day is adventurous, a tricky stunt.. Is my time up at my workplace, should I get cured for sleep or fucking wait? .. The answer will hit you not when you want it, but during the course of the year, so that you're not a bait.. So many regrets so many reasons to cry, but the joy lies in getting up each time, and aiming for the sky..

Write because someone will relate and feel.

Every story has a title, every saying has a bible.. Every movie has a climax, every day there's some sex.. Every moment has its mood, but not every house hold has food.. Every monday has sad smileys, every month end has its salaries.. Every thought has an instigation, every instigation has he or she, the manipulation.. Every job has a good day, everyone has a bad day.. Every cigarette has a satisfaction, not every delivery has a c section.. Every song has a line hitting you hard, every poem has a writer in the backyard.. Every death has a tear shedding, every loner has a path he's only treading.. Every day cannot ensure happiness, every individual doesn't expect a lot of kindness.. Every politician has a corrupt mind, every country cannot be just fine.. Everytime I write I ejaculate a lot of emotion, there are times I feel elevated and times I feel shunned.. Sitting in a corner and writing, I don't know nothing lying in the beckoning.. The morning sun shall rise again on my face, ill push myself to cut a another day, another phase.. No climax to what I write, the day there's one, we'll celebrate the thought together to that sight.. The night bringing in a lot of darkness, light your lamp and walk alone, light your furnace..

What?

What is death, what is birth, what is today, what is hope.. Someone smoking his cigarette in a corner of the world, someone trending on twitter, a reason why he stole the show.. Someone changing his status like his view on a debatable issue, someone riding a bike, his sight in place, but mind aloof.. Someone tweeting with a #, someone on a podium celebrating his worthy flag.. Someone sleeping early for the Monday in store, someone with no sleep, writing about someone, a daily chore.. What makes you realize an existence? Is it the Love is the money? What the fuck makes you want that person? Have you ever read the message a loved one sends you twice? It seems different when read again and again, it seems more intense, like that thunder, that rain.. Write a note to splurge your emotion, because there's no tax and strings attached when you want to puke a feeling, a notion..