Mindfucked Pleasures

He enters the door, waiting for her flesh to come,

drops the glass and grabs hard to .the core,

unruffles her hair. and lifts her up and close,

unhook the blouse, and baby my body is all yours,

deep, too deep you penetrate the soul of my skin,

everything turns upside and you rock my world,

something starts and something climbs up inside,

pain, no pain, its all gain from these well furnished sins.

stranger in no eyes, you and me, crawled up like a snake,

time for break , lets try something else,

been running over each other on the same grounds,

i love the way you pounce and makes me create new found sounds,

Fire, oomph, nirvana , you reach the ultimate moment breathless,

wish I could pull over every skin of mine over you and give you unfound pleasures,

rubbing against you, the friction, the force, I am drop dead,

catch me please I have no energy left, just do it once more and help me spread

Random Pulses of the Commotion

Wings high above in the sky,
the thrust of the engine and clouds starts to fly,
You sit idle in search for a moment,
All ever man has only looked for a bagfull off entertainment,

Bright lights big cities, everything is so small from above,
all one can wonder is their is a very shallow distance below,
points to ponder, moments so stronger,
you mortal, you think you are the only one smart.

now that the night crawled in ,
the wound are still afresh deep beneath that skin,
they pledge us they define the randomness of the ocassion,
I could never get hold off the cravings and their tingling sensations

Branded by the golden demeanour of the society,
the well is too far son, to wait for the formality,
pinchingly bitter truth may or indeed will strike you,
Water will spill off from the glass, until you want it to.

Flashed Desires of a Phony

Follow the snake to that gold lit cave,

Reach to the end of the tavern,

Resting beneath your footsteps, those,

Those, uncovered, holy mystified snow flakes.

The flakes covered by the ashes of thy clouds,

Move until the thought of those souls are freed,

Never resting until we’ve reached,

The castle you build, fast uncovering under your truth.

Breathe in not out, because you are dead,

Fed by the truth of your files,

Lies and truth of the fragile path,

Path you chose to ride by your self.

Never lost on to those screams of the seen,

Me eyes have always wanted to gleam,

It won’t bite unless you have tasted,

Tasted the last fruit of your unfound insanity

No one will ever call out to you, your name,

It’s just the beginning of the end,

Follow me, don’t lead me,

Because in the end you will always fall,

As the path you will choose will always hold you down.

Heartbeat

There was fire beneath his eyes,

Running blindly never looked to the sky,

Rage wasn’t the quality he possessed ,

It was the love for her for which he was obsessed.

Moving up and down, round and round,

Those steps were the only things left for him on that ground,

Push the limits to reach , yet he drowned,

But he still knew the force of that sweet sound.

Dignity and pride was all he searched for,

Then came calling that strange love,

Love that never seemed to be the sea shore.

I tried to fill those gaps with those memories,

But my wounds hurt me so much, they were fresh,

Tried to pluck every thorn from deep inside of my flesh.

Along every came out my blood,

I wish I could be with you, every moment,

Your presence flash through my nerves every second.

‘Bag-aged’

You play in the park under the sun,

All you think about is carrying the fun,

Far away the flight catches you,

Inside those are demons with fired caves.

Laughter falls under the deepest sin,

And you will die leaving the life’s skin,

Grave beneath the shadow lies of those,

We trusted and for those we played with our lives.

Help me understand the substance of truth,

No one can run up the hill to that brute,

For which far away he threw his baggage,

There was nothing left but an uncalled handle

Wonder lusted years, glory moments,

Washed away under the seas currents,

For whom you died for never felt the hunger,

For which you have not pulled down your mighty thunder.

Chapter 8

Re Birth

A lot of time has passed, things have moved on,

My relapse has ended, and now I am heading to a start on my own,

Dewy leaves and fresh faces feel like I am back,

I was long that now I have to come out of my knap sack.

It took me long, a very long time to get back to were I was before,

I couldn’t imagine myself standing alone on the lonely sea shore,

Now that the smile I left is back to fill that cleft,

The emotions have gone that I had and I never slept.

He had plans for me, that involved the trip which condemned for long,

Still I keep a good attitude and sing that song,

My words still pour those left over feelings,

That won’t ever go beyond the ceiling.

The sweet journey had all the shares of fun and sorrows,

I’ll look at your face forever and for today and tomorrow,

I could help you the way you wanted,

All I can say is that it was the time we were granted.

“Never give a heart to the person whom you love,

Love the person who can give you his/her heart”

Chapter 7

Straight Highway

I put my gloves on, with my black shades,

Turn the keys, and start the engine blades,

Turn the accelerator, and begin my journey ahead,

Don’t know where I’m heading, with my bags packed with beer and bread.

Winds whistling past my face, my hair curling here and there,

Going to have a little fun, a good time,

The highway is straight, full off pits and shrines,

With every turn of my wheel, leaving my past behind I look up to the divine.

With my brakes on, reached the mountain top,

This is the place where I can do anything and I won’t get caught,

Could see the never ending river down the hill I climbed,

Plunged in to the river and tasted its fresh spirit.

Lost in the wilds, with the greens around me,

This was freshness I wanted always that made me feel free,

Look out at the world beyond thee full of emotions,

Run with me, come to me and I will show you that they are just but false notions.

Chapter 4

Move On

A week has gone by; I have learned to fly on,

The mark of the coffee cup on the table has yet to dry,

And I feel happy, that for this week I haven’t cried,

Good times started rolling, and it’s time to march on.

Past was past how surreal and bizarre it may appear,

Yet for the time I spent, those was the golden moments,

Frozen by the history of these so called mysteries,

I call it the hysteria of the your utopic delusions.

I am now entering the phase where I’d have to be left alone,

Alone and free from you, and all sorts of yours memories,

I’d like to erase all kind of your inconceivable memories,

Burned the cigarette just like those memories of yours.

And at the end, I realised, you were not the only one,

But still my heart weeps for you, for the so long journey,

The journey of that demystified long lost files,

Where I learnt to raise my toast and legalise those long lost files.

Bleached Soul

Jump, hop, slip out from that narrow hole,
those never ending dried up basement vents,
cracks and vents blow the steam out of you,
the drugs help them to widen there horizons.

Lost control to the steering wheel,
eyes were red shot and blood gushed furiously,
the white powder, a gazeless stare, million thought,
endless instincts but the small brain.

Destination is far away, the route is wide,
fuel is full, the tyres are empty, no air,
shaken stirred took on the wheels with a flair,
With the bold step he took he felt a new divide.

High, from life, from the pages he left behind swirling,
embarking upon a new voyage, full of twisted empty barrels,
got many blind and countless stares down the road he took,
but with one mission in his mind all these surplus he clung on to the hook.

With the sun overhead and the screeching of those empty tyres,
made sure he never lost control of the handle,
his mojo was way above the level to wrangle,
his feet touched the ground and leveled the air above his head.

Marching Orders

Marching ants, vibrant sunflowers, flowing waves of birds,
everything was not so complex as a flock of herds,
life was never that easy as it is hasty,
the flow of events turned out to be nasty.

Spilled coffee on the teak,
life was flowing at its maximum peak,
movement of every single entity around me,
could feel the flow of every drop of blood gushing through thee.

Burst car tyres, bent rim, shattered glasses,
life flashed in front of me in few moments,
mind has lost its synchronisation with the brain,
things have slowly started flowing down the drain.

Teardrops, like the perennial raindrops was a sight,
life was turning , running like a turbulent flight,
dropped the coffee mug, shattered , scattered,
kept everything, every second of the spent life aside.

Marched forward away from the abnormalities of those formalities,
far away in those jungles high above without any tragedies,
the smile was back in those peaceful surroundings,
missing was NOW the hustle bustle tangled boundings.

End was near, not yet close but not so far either,
torn clothes were better than the ripped soul I had,
puzzle was complete so was the destiny's marching orders,
it could have been easy if those sane moments could've been pondered.

"Mortals block their emotions in such a way as,
Birds flock their feathers in a motion."
--Nishant (19/01/11)