Tuesday, November 11, 2008
showing me her honeymoon pictures on lapie..it was a feast with a tint of spice( Hope I need not explain)
I was speechless but was not taken aback since she is the same way alwayz.. hunting to quell eyes hunger atleast in the office..so great going Indira even after your marriage..I thought..
Next come her Query" Honey what are you doing this evening", (a soft pinch on my thighs too)
"Nothing special sweet heart ! but i dont prefer Married females now" I replied.
Her dark face ,long legs , tiny breasts and new perfume didnt amuse me at all.
Urges urges are unsatisfied needs..
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Nothing seems to be changed other than we being at the extremes of the sphere. Iam recklessly immersed in your thoughts and the different ways of admitting and confessing the love and then intimate touches and holding hands ,so deeply clutched ..Today you made me drink a lot..not you but each moment spent with you...I may say I forgot you and You are erased to be recreated again in my mind..but the truth remains so naked to me..If I have kissed your sweated neck..then I have loved you completely ..If I have kissed deep your lips then I tell you I have loved you completely ..If I have taken your hands and pressed against my heart then for sure I have loved you completely..and yes true If I have caressed your hair so passionately ..I loved you...You too had kissed me many times with out my consent..can I assume that you too loved me so intensively ...at least for an hour or a second..I know its vain ..but tonight let me sleep thinking of those lips to lips , tongue to tongue meeting endless kisses...reminding me that we were in love once....
yes truly I need you tonight ..or every night? your are not my need for a night but ...for a whole lot nights yet to come..
Friday, August 29, 2008
Evening I had gone for a movie' bachna e haseeno' was kinda okay!!! simple story of a guy ditching two girls and going back to them ( mood of repentance) and stuff..after all does a movie talk about real life? hmm hardly right?...yeah but frankly i was so fascinated by Raj's char( Ranbir in the movie)...to live a life like that..do you think its too much? huhhh..no but I doubt will I be able to dump someone?..never..Because I may not be virgin..but I truly believe in true love...I want to love and be loved..you can have sex with a chosen person..irrespective of night or day , race or region...because you just wanna quell your lust... .but will never touch the felicity of making love being in love...its amazing ..I tell you it not only arrests your body but complete soul and mind...and then only you will be united with your partner to the core...yeah I was talking about the movie...I liked it..what? dont ask me ..But Iam not shy either to say yes truly those naked and exposed bodies too....and the one passionate kissing seen too...really made me remind about those wonderful juicy and terrific kisses I had and still that smell of your sighs lasts in the air...But cant catch it...as past is gorgeaous to cherish...for pleasure be with the present...and I pace with present only..
Today when my friend was speeding on the roads of cochin..I didnt know what is fear...because it had left me long back...vehicle's noises, lights and drive didnt scare me either Now Iam packed in a premium pack..so cool to be approached and dare to say I have lost some values...as holding those values didnt help me most of the times...reality is I enjoy to the fullest..and I design my destiny now.....drinking? yes I enjoy it regularly in my flat..hmm smoking ? not tried..but true not a active smoker ...Passively yes I do( My friends keep lit up cigarette on their lips)..and I adore that manly black smoky lips tooo..what a change......( didnt say destiny is my slave..hmm sorry)...Sarika was gone for a self development program and kept herself so busy that didnt have time at all to call me...okay!!! dont have complaints..but Friend..missed you too..though I express it soo pooorly..and Amal ...you should start readimg my blog and buddy its only you who could be troubled on earth by me...dont have much people reading it..( big concern)..yeah should I import Shakeera or Rakhi sawant to pose on my blog to attract readers??? hmm Iam thinking...s0o Iam drunk tonight too..and feel to be united with a body too...hammm sinnnn? nnnoooooo thats a need..so lonely....let me think about that soo passionate , needy kiss or those myriad love making moments so shamelessly ...because it becomes sooo hard to stay a bachelor tooo...hhummmm..sooo folksssssss ciyaaaa guuuuuddddddddddddhhhh nittttetttttttttt
Lets hope life will have some more magic moments...:)
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I may not be sequestered , may have people to talk to but I miss you all. And i find myself so unique that i can never be a part of you again. for how many roles i have taken up for you? A Mentor, A typist, A listener, A counsellor, A supporter , A follower , A teacher , A guide , A companion , A shoulder , A hand , on and on..Was it a folly? I have decided here on i will not turn up for any gatherings called by you.
My mind is so repellent to the proximity of these fake bonds around me now. sensation of any of your presence will not end in glee either. These tenable relations are rusted and not worth keeping. So i prefer books, coffee, movies , being myself , dreaming, Internet , Chinese or north Indian spicy food ,glimpse of Olympics and of course a bit of wild dating to you friends.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Your laden body , your poisonous eyes a sigh away made me strand, hardly able to poise..
sundry emotions..your tepid lips on my cheeks and I loved rubbing my lips on your perspired crest..I loved your strode after those wild merry making and straddle pose on sofa , tangling long legs and ruddy face fondling my neck..I loved you completely when i was in love with you..both your body and soul. I nag myself only for our rupture with no rue.
Dear I may need you all again, I shamelessly adore those joys with you trice and I am blissful to see your scribbles in my life pages as everything about you was endearing and was an experience unforgotten.
Hug me once again..I long for it..madly
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Yesterday one , two , three ,...times I telephoned the Kerala state electricity board and those assholes didn't even bother to look into the matter. DAMNABLE!!! I cursed being curled up in my couch. How can I be proud to be an Indian? My Independence day was rather miserable in the darkness than enjoying my freedom..Crap I thought being eyes opened, India once had a Culture , Tradition and Heritage ..just had..now Enormous rape stories , adulteration, big political molestations , absconding , kidnapping , cheap faking India growth story Ads with a Lady and her puppet and latest to the addition terrific terror attacks , though scary , I guess officials enjoying it as crackers lit up on an occasion, sad India! after all we all need something to be brought into the headlines...yes I am talking about how a morning newspaper can spoil your whole day and overthrow the taste of first coffee sip other than Abinav Bindra smiling , deliberately being modest declaring it just happened , if not me then someone else , I am controlled yet happy..huhhh.
And a thought about heavy traffic , nose piercing rotten garbage smell , agitations and a whole system gone out of control made me hug my pillow more tightly and loll in the bed.
stretched my hand to get my mobile, inevitable of my composite life, put it in general mode from silent and a quick scan through those good morning msgs..reported my bad morning to all of them and went to toilet ..into a task of striping clothes..nude..not bad .....flushing cold water on my face, water dripping as tiny blobs , holding tooth paste trying to conduct a wild rock concert ..ohh really I love my time spent in my bathroom..Refreshed sitting on my breakfast table my mobile beeped , checked its Amal's msg" A wonderful day does not need electricity , power , money or anything ..It needs only a good heart, peaceful mind and a sound body and that creates the magic'' wah..response to my report on my ill morning...was a remedy to my outgrown thoughts. I know my fastidious talks really evoke your senses ans response hahah ..
so I was all set and again beep beep, checked it Amal saying" got bored?? even i was bored sitting in this moving iron machine, with momentary life..so thought of making you more bored with my absurd philosophy..enjoy"..ohhh Im stupid..true people do think like me ..so you weren't serious about your msg? Let me relax relax relax......
Friday, August 15, 2008
They made love , without love. Amit keeps many credit cards for the payement to these sites .Had once provided me with a bulk list of online dating sites. which lies somewhere in my drawer . and my memory status is too poor to store all his dating stories and sorry I don't know how many he has had dated with. That is Amit's way of enjoying freedom in Bangalore. But here in Cochin people crave for this freedom, freedom to hold hands , to kiss on cheeks , to hug in public not in camera. and why? Baby you would be stamped sinner if it is public. One reason why me and my friend Sarika have missed all good movies in theatre hahaha.
I hope this day of mine wouldn't end with the search for that old list in my drawer .
So freedom is the unsought universal approval of your desires directed by mind. Yes lets have carte blance...
Am I right?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I have heard a lot about her when I was handling NRI services, nothing good , but all maiming her character. A senior officer in the section used to describe the way she used to get draped in a saree to canvas customer in her initial sales career. but though i never liked her , i wouldn’t ever imagined her in that way. after all she was my Boss. People poked fun at her , becoz of her life style as a mother , a wife and a professional. Husband was a senior executive in a leading company and her kid enjoyed the company of a servent.Her desultory days and night parties with high drinking habits arrested her life. After six months of my joining she resigned and joined another group of companies, I remember for her farewell party she had come in a sexy outfit and her lips bulged as if it was sucked and bit. six months later I met her on train between my official trip , her destination was also same to mine and we exchanged cold hellos , surprisingly when i turned back I found her sitting with another man , couldn’t make out who is that because he was reading a paper and his face was covered with spread newspaper. My curiosity didn’t allow me to stop. Again i turned back and He was Rajeet , who worked with her in my company and now both of them belong to different companies, but united for this journey to make this a official cum personal trip. I remember their clutched hands and intimacy in the back seat. When i shared this with my friend , his reply made me more speechless as he found her in his flat for three days , day and night as his parents went to Pune to his sister. I guess we are so westernized to forget the moral values in our lives
Or is it the work culture that shapes our mind hence forth?
Monday, August 11, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I share all with you, krishna only to benumb the past that play yet another role
in the present.
you had shown me in nights the sky wearing the crescent, I wore the smile and promise you
will continue tomorrow, look i learnt things well from you, I don't want to be a creek but want to flow with you.
I never read Gita , but i read you as a beautiful picture
And bickered with you as you stay beside, i uttered your name not with devotion, but with need.
and compelled your presence in the worse things always. Let me introduce myself to you
I am a biped born and lived many years, lives with a soft , feather made heart , a thin appearance what else, here i leave everything to the folk , let them tell the rest.
Krishna it seems better i make my world you and me.
That I can persistently love you, your love will be ablaze on my top and i will melt like the candle Only with you my Lord....
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
But never give it to me, to hold within
My body loves to be empty, as it is and
Want to be ever..
With bated breath I see life and breathe
And disavow the self for a while
And drops the eagerness for life
See the indigo in rain drops, see the grey in tear drops
And endear the moments , as I fall in love with the
Grey moments always, hue of my belongings are black in my vision
Only yellow is yet to come..
The solitude , hidden within ,the beloved pain , that slept inside a drop
A tear drop , stopped by many laughter moments,
I need eternal bliss Krishna , the sense that you are within and hold me ever
Yes Krishna I don’t know the rest to write
I don’t know myself , even the string that connects me to you
No truly its amity , that makes me share the seasons,
Reasons of rain fall, sunshine and spring of my life…
Your dark face and eyes
Forebode me about the rest, nothing but
Knavish seasons yet to get…..
Thursday, July 24, 2008
those specious words of love
which spoiled me forever
those spurious promises, oh dear
astounds me , hushes me
how deceptive you were
like that deciduous season
seemingly a spring
for , my folly i waited
for those hilarious moments of togetherness
and now i quashes those
prosaic marks of you from
my memory pages, which can
rejuvenate me forever
and i can see cluster of leaves
in the middlest autumn....
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
i see you flickering
i feel the warmth
over phone when i hear your sighs...
it was all a day's time i fell for you..atlast
never say you love me
as i know you havent loved me so
i do not know how heart throbs while in love
but i know it pains
when love remains dejected...
so dont tell me you love me not
because i want to teach my heart
how to throb in love.....
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Me? I gazed, what?
Yes . he giggled.
Don't you know the meaning? he asked
Instantly i recollected and asked,
talking about 'UNIX' ? NO. he replied.
"That boy told me", pointing to a fair chubby guy he said
Iturned and looked at the guy
He was staring at the computer screen,
and his finger were dancing on the keyboard.
Me, a 'Zombie'?
I turned over the pages of oxford
And soon the word ' Zombie'
smiled at me , innocently
But seemed a disdainful smile.
Suddenly the lab instructor announced
' time over'
I shut down the computer and walked away..
like a Zombie.