Crap again

Forget the fucking definitions and theories of freedom, love and the acceptance of what you all are.
I just fucking loved you all, and you just fucking left me alone.

Fuck!

Celebration

When they celebrate the rejoice of their togetherness,
I celebrate the royalty and reality of my loneliness.

Broken pieces

Not all in pursuit will find, but she found.
And then, she dropped it; it broke into pieces.
Hope the sharp edges on the floor hurt her not while she's walking away!

YOU ARE MY WOMAN

Do you know that I suppress a lot from you these days and nights?
Can I tell you one thing tonight?
"You know that that you are my woman, my woman!?"

Oh handsome boy!

Oh, handsome boy!
Why did you take over my world?
Why did you captivate my blessing?

Oh, handsome boy!
What crime did I commit to you?
Or to your forefathers in the graves?
What made you sever my poetic existence?
What triggered you to seize my benevolence?
My Pride!?

Oh, handsome boy!
I know it is all the innocence.
Out of innocence, many do mistakes.
And, like Almighty, I am also forgiving.
But, what ignited you to devastate my dreams?
My Ecstasy!?

Oh, handsome boy!
Have you any idea of the murders you have done?
You wouldn't know, for you know not the grounds.
Your Lady is innocent, and still, you disregarded her tomorrows.
You just beautifully murdered an embodiment of love, knowing not!

Oh, handsome boy!
Were you not having months and years to live ahead?
Were you not young and charming to lure ladies of all time?
Why did you thrust the dagger in your soft hands unto my spine?
Why did you blur the poetically sensual life I envisioned to live?

Oh, handsome boy!
I tried heart and soul to console my profoundly wounded egoistic self,
And, the melting soul beneath, which your naked eye would fail to see.
But, I fail to help myself in this daylight from aiming my bow to your handsome chests -
Where she'd have been resting her head, and where her hairs beautifully spread.

But, Oh handsome boy!
I am no murderer! I am no murderer!
And, I seize not! I seize not!

All I did to the Lady you own was to shelter a wandering soul before her lashes fall,
And bring her to unnippura and to a few souls around just to let her feel what loving family is.
All I did was to gift her which she wouldn't have been felt before - Family!
All I did was to let her continue to fly as she used to do, but being in an imaginary cage -
Built just to enrapture the crooked on-lookers who might feel awkward at our awesomeness!!!

But, she knew not what I thought, what I envisioned for her.
And, she just navigated, unto your fantasies, handsome boy!
Maybe, she just escaped my fantasies, I know not! I know not!
It is not just you, boy!
It is all the helplessness!

But, all these costs pretty high.
And, it is okay!
Boy!
I am sorry, Boy!

I hereby depart from your fantastic world.

Departure stories

When one left him to seek refuge in the geriatric lap of a Professor charmed by his intellectual aura, the other left to settle peacefully with the beautiful fantasies of a loving handsome boy! Meanwhile, an unidentified flying object stood still!!!

Evidently, they all left to safe places. The master player would have fore-sighted that he would definitely fail to take care of anyone like the way they are being taken care of at their beautiful camps. 

In fact, he loved them for himself, for he needed them to take care of his own very existence. They too would have loved him for the same reason, and as they were not being taken care of, they left!

The stories are bound to end.

The End.

But, the storyteller will rise, for sure.

Poor people wander

Some stupid sentimental beings continue to suffer the turmoil of the story knowing not that the story is already over!!! Poor are they... 

As they realise that the story ended, they keep wandering knowing not where to seek refuge, knowing not whether they are breathing the reality or fantasy. They are poor people. They are poor people. They know not. And they keep wandering knowing not... 

Their bosom fumes beneath.

Crap

A blog is not your wife, you rogue!

Who would listen to all your bloody impulsive non-sense you bark when you are out of senses. Go to hell, you!

To the little one

Here the answer goes,

"What I am searching is what your mother didn't give me, girl."

And, I seldom respond to emotional impulses. 

Thanks.

Do you know that man?

That man can dance other than keep crying! Have you ever seen him dance?

That man used to smile wholeheartedly, other than critiquing from head to toe! Have you ever seen him smiling?

That man used to 'live' in holy smoke and wine, other than losing himself in them over the losses he incurred over time! Have you seen him 'living'?

That man knows to flirt 'intellectually', other than keep loving the queens of the past! Have you ever known the flirt in him?

That man used to pray alone in empty mosques, other than re-reading and questioning the verses of 600s! Have you ever seen him communicating with your God?

That man used to dream Prophets and Pharaohs, other than carving characters from real life for his reels! Have you seen him dreaming? Have you ever seen his dreams?

That man loves to cook, other than staying hungry all the day. Have you ever seen him in the kitchen?

That man can passionately love the wilder kind, though he used to wish to love and live with the submissive. Have you any idea of his deep love for a wilder woman?

That man used to leave himself to the mighty waves in the ocean, other than moving his all day dry! Have you seen him playing, mating and meditating in the seas for hours together?

If you haven't, yet, there lived such a man who died lately!