Dream Sequence

He had been in there for a while now. Thinking.
'Is life worth living. Definitely not. Maybe not.
But does dying change that?'
The thought brought with it what he had been missing for a long time now.

That's when he pushed open the lid. Quietly got on to his feet brushing off the dust of his past. And walked away, leaving behind a hole in the ground.

Despair

To sleep as ye inch into deep
Slowly, beautifully
Yes, its beauty you have!
Nothing else occurs
Pin drop silence, and destruction

Who pushed you here?
Somebody, so go crazy thinking
Try crazy
Make it last
Go hysterical

All of hysteria won’t bring life
Nor any recall
Here, nobody senses

Forgive everything you didn’t
Everyone that did
Here is continuity
That’s all

1/7

Photo Courtesy: Sahil Jagasia


Lone Car
She's loving the space
Unhurried, Greeting the sleepers
As she passes
Happy on a Sunday!

Its Sunday afternoon
So stalls lazing too
Just them, their stuff, light snoring
Hagglers can wait on tomorrow

All banter is housed today
Between excessive cooking and television
But doubt the homes mind
Not everyday they feel so necessary

Evening they shall have their time
When the outside lights up
To sell the Insiders
Imagination, Satisfaction
Everything's discounted on a Sunday

Like the mid-evening breeze
So crazy
She'll let you do just about anything
For Tonight,
Tomorrow is separate

Randy

Rarely, do I get so horny. Doesn't fucking matter if it’s provoked by some damnable sluts and their holy orgasms, I couldn't care less because I fucking love it.
The gravity, the things it does to my body mind, that uncontrollable movement of someone’s hands, scraping of the face against the nearest surface, kicking feet and every part else ticking.
I have noticed my watering mouth and how it wants to bite. The realization that the dick Does have a mind of its own!
I roll over and over, even make noises, hurl my favorite tunes, tense every muscle, all in a bid to intensify… make it last.
But soon, memory and all it knows takes over and the visual disappears. The soul still sexed up but everything else returning to silence. Leaving behind only the dream, and traces of buried resonance that it can be fulfilled…
‘If only I could fuck Excellence in my life’

Pop goes the Artist.

Two Fat Men
On a motor bike
Deduced, Unconcerned
Looking funny, obviously!

They stop on the side
Get off and leave.

Midnight Train Writings

These days
Pieces me
When I am alone
Because when I am with me
I am with you
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To the song that makes me cry,
I want to say I appreciate your sorrow

Seep into my soul
But do not possess me
To haunt
The one you sing for
I wont
Love in me is strong

And only my joy goes out to
The one you sing of

Nice of you to play though
For your melody is where i conserve the one you sing to
Sweet song!
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To my mother,
You are my child.
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I am happier not reaching somewhere
I am happy just travelling
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Travel song: long nights by Eddie Vedder from 'Into the Wild'

Long nights allow me
To feel I'm falling
The lights go out
Makes me feel I'm falling
Safely to
The ground