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

‘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 5

Cigarettes

I’m lighting another cigarette,

Raising one more of the coming glasses,

I’m not weak, not feeble,

I just belong here, this stable.

Don’t help me stand, if I’m out,

I’ll raise one more toast,

I’ll find my own way out of this,

Through all these days and night.

Search for the tigers and the lions,

They are out of their dens, uncage them,

Free their holy spirits and give them their long lost freedom,

Those things now want to get out of the unwanted boredom.

The day will come sooner or later,

That’ll be the time when I’ll fill that crater

I’m not afraid anymore of falling for you,

It’s just a wicked game that I felt this way.

Time for the righteous to move on,

Break away those lovely yet tangled chains,

There exists no feelings, no emotions, only flesh,

Strange desires but I never dreamed that I’ll fall for you.

Millions are those stars gazing upon me,

I see them and wish that I was free,

The winds never stopped gushing through the leaves,

Neither will the moon change its route.

Sleepless nights, nightmare won’t budge me,

Again, no I don’t want to fall in love,

Dewy leaves, rested cats and chasing dogs,

Past times, present times; I have become a jumping frog.

Yes, it was a battle, not for thee,

I’ll still march on, on and on and keep finding the answers for me,

Gold slick moments will forever roll before my eyes,

Then I’ll turn myself to the ever calling skies.

Estranged desires, pushed me to my limits for ever and ever,

Crave not for the things you lost,

Search for those,

That‘ll make you feel sloshed.

Run mortal, run, you are trapped inside your lusts,

Keep on pushing harder, till you get that thrust,

“Life is a like a pack of cigarettes, they keep blowing you away,

Till you keep them glowing at your lips’ bay.”

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)