Saturday, April 11, 2020

Be careful what you wish for




This story is timeless.
A hunger for knowledge, boundless.
To attach moments of joy by a string.
You could see garlands of riches and gold rings.

Pain may be short-lived and be full of rust.
Fear of failure like piles of saw dust.
Discipline is the only solution as a dart.
It’s like the craft will only become art.

Consistency is the key to the sea or pond.
To all happiness above and beyond.
Irregularity of all are devil’s works.
Fake fame overpowers the jerks.

Even after countless rejections and failures to every bard.
Soldiering on, is the only way forward.
Upwards and onwards.
Or downwards if you are a minor or a half-yard.

Happiness is another myth and sorrowful.
Pleasure is heart full.
Consider them the same.
A truly wrong road ahead and no one to blame.

Choosing the right path
It’s not like tossing a coin for a bath.
But being accurate and quick.
You can be richest but loneliest and sick.

Friday, April 3, 2020

The Way



Like a tide
Her Body would wave.
Sounds of pleasure.
Personifying a rave.

Bodily current and ecstasy.
Thrusting of Pate.
Grabbing the sheets of desire.
Completing the eternal mate.

Love has only one language.
Of moans and whispers.
Amplifying energy into a ball.
Indefatigable efforts and wet lispers.

One moment, that's all it takes.
That's all it needs.
Quantification is impossible.
And over power , she feeds!!!

Questions Only



Do we exist to think or think to exist?
I am always advised to be myself
Deriding the society’s judgements and fists.

We are all waiting 
Entertainment or simply feigning.

Entering fantasies of aliens
Vindicating dreams with reality.
Extending thoughts and prayers.
Reaching out to virtual valiant.

Stealing ideas and fanning plagiarism.
Trusting friends and acquaintances.
Of nepotism and favours.
Philanthropic gestures and egalitarianism.

Truly trying to color the sky.
Heuristically throwing the paintbrush.
Inking views and visions.
Nodding to cults.
Knitting kin protection 
I will not stop.
Neither will I.
Gerunds will lift you up high.

Saturday, February 29, 2020

A Lord’s Command



To light up the passion smelling sandals.
She kindled a plethora of scented candles.
He brought lust and tenders.
She anticipated pleasurable senders.

Of eyes nodding to undressing and braves.
To slipping of garments like slaves .
Commanded by fire.
Love impersonating ire.

His head between her legs.
Wrapped like a gift with megs.
Like a harp played by the tongue.
She swayed on its tunes , sung.

Songs of love and desire , tick!
Insatiable swirling of the wishing stick.
Heading towards gratification.
She abets early incarceration.

Now resonance of mesmerising sounds.
Raw and uncut like two hounds.
Only death can do them apart.
The sweat and friction , an immiscible art.

Monday, December 16, 2019

Instagram By Kilogram



Sacrilegious to modelling bodies.
Artificial idols of plastic and blondies.
Crafting a million selfies and filters,
Reading between lines and fitting belters.
Inflicting perfect shades of pulchritude.
Frailties camouflaged into platitude.
Influencing the Instagram masses.
Careful and retakes and retakes and retakes.
Edging closer to fame and only eye catching passes.

Feeling jaded and agoraphobic.
Exclusive to cameras and claustrophobic.
Elusive esoteric erotica.
Delusional happiness' replica.
Somersault practice and more Amerika.

Bae and beau , hugs and kisses.
Emotions personified by pantomimes and misses.
Androgynous feminists.
Unequivocal trends and trysts.
True nature, up close and personal.
Yet, "posts" are coveted and ample personnel.

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Expressions

Said words are mere leaves , floating.
Extending on paper
Ephemeral blowing, juxtaposes meaning.

An expression
Not just shown, but moulded by the dance of tones.
Decorated with feelings and finger tapping and tingling bones.

Feel the volume in the skies.
Estranged , the grass listens.
Elating bees over flowers.
Laughs of offsprings.

The exhibition of paintings
Heuristically defining each stroke, of
Either brush or piano, the surreal musings.

Magnificent concertos and crescendos. the grand cause.
Usurping stress and misery.
Soothing and serene permutations.
Invested in imagination and artistry.
Courteous climax of a huge round of applause.

Thursday, September 5, 2019

You ,Who?

I am only here to gratify myself.
To hell with the world
Satiating you? go please yourself.

Oblivious to the world's plight.
Nucleus is my face
Lights cameras on me
Your problems are always smaller than mine.

Miasma of your flatulence is intolerable
I only pass gas.
Nothing about your misery affects me
Everything about my hardships matter.

Never should you say never.
Obey me, I am your King.
Trials will be held and feelings will be discarded

On the day kingdom comes.
Unison is a rarity like kindness.
Recanting won't help now
Show empathy than just sympathy.